January 22, 2011
By saifshaik SILVER, Dubai, Other
saifshaik SILVER, Dubai, Other
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Walking with his shadow was the grim reaper
Judging life and its time, being its keeper
As he walks by, shivers are felt in the air
For they know death is a horrific scare

Common man does not heed his existence
They pay to this crime with great resistance
He travels with light and darkness,he goes around places
There is no escaping him,he wears many faces

He gives no warning or caution before striking
Its his job,a daily striving
So lets end up on a hopeless note ,for he gives us a shock
Death is not something which comes as a mock

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