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What makes death give up?

Poetry By: abyskaria

What would death be just as if you step in and wake up as one old dream? Where would you catch up with simple life as blessing from almighty? Life may see strange yet one word from significance can hold one wrestling match you never admire giving up. :)

Submitted:Dec 16, 2014    Reads: 39    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   

What makes death give up?
Blindness unfold my eyes
Little did I say more soon
I was away near river end
They say death has a different shore
Am I victimised as few?
I couldn't believe then until
May be it was together with God
A flash at the end
Some mask scare
A platform and lot of shaded traffic
At other end lost without come back
A new regeneration into after life
Tear droplets sending waves into life
There was road yet no gateway
Why would humans look for remembrance?
For love, skin cannot be patched
For money, heart cannot be woven
With power, the will cannot be bought
Then why position with greed
Inside my heart through envision from farthest
I asked God to share always blessings once wisely gifted
God became surprised and asked
Do you know to calculate well?
My list is incomplete and humbly help me fill this, I told.
It became a season of spring
Sometimes the tree may not shed tears
In the background, mist uncovered Pandora's box
Many lookout turned up in its shore
The blindness of the flight was in the wings
So much reason why we say some thrill kills
Yet God kept his promise with uniqueness
The darkness disappeared and life clinked
Soon we remembered the cosmic secret
We may not be alone yet within our unthinkable presence
There is a plan we suite new roles we enact
Some perish and few live up yet we may be never devoid
The crypt may be the thread in the pulse
If may disappear in a day, grow up
Until the magic beats in life, give up
Might can only be won with the gifted radiance
Welcoming ages story yet in a reading
You and we are from the womb of
A secret nature would remake what would be just as jungle
Do you ever knew your darkest day in your life?
Well may be then you wouldn't have opened your eyes
Sometimes symbolism do exist among children's of God
They say day end with smile and night leaves with light
Yet the blind do understand the sketch of colour's
Progression began cropping in the name of gatherings
Listening from the step of the distance with flames
Some note prints never die
They are futile in appearance but also realise human self
Even when ends has destiny, they redeem new gestures
Like always before, those impression recreate what we are
After third edition, there were reasons of human science withheld
Sometimes I ask myself, why did the greatest teacher never gave up?
The strongest of presence calculated the devil's courtroom understandings
A silence when beaten for raised a slip of pain and noted his dismay as said
As a billion heart as one beat, all of us are sometimes at the corner of foothill
The day death crimples don't cover-up, unearthing stadiums you make goal
Imagine into uncompleted list where you fill lamppost of signals
Note what the greatest teacher as always said in the tablet before you.
"If regenerate back depths within your strongest gracious feeling would ignite merits as commitment to go forward,

step back and crop up human destiny from death as beginning and renovating the time, goal why this is not?"


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