Death comes with silent steps
It catches the most worthy and retreats.
The ones who are left behind
are the innocent sufferers and death repeats.
May be the Karma is the one,
which actually does the planning.
And the death is the executioner,
who waits for the task, sitting bored and yawning.
Karma picks up the sweetest ones,
The ones who don’t deserve suffering and pain anymore.
The ones who have suffered enough of worries and strife
Who need to be set free from the hell called life.
It’s We, the mortal beings who act just like fools,
it’s we who think that it’s we who actually rule,
Shake up human, come on, get up, shake off the complacency,
And get hold of all your sleep, else nature will blame you of indecency.