Poetry

Death

Shoes he couldn’t leave
Though he’s in grave
Like a shadow he moves
Stepping in these shoes

Deeds many were left
Seeds he sowed great
Speak to him day n night
So does he go at night

Death is miserable one
It’s what won by none
He couldn’t leave his heart
Buried but live yet

Compassionate hearts
could sense his hurts
So is this clicked well
Scare not, just chill

It’s from pure fantasy well
Hold your heart,say all’s well!

Raji❤