An Aggrieved Verity

Human beings are born

By holding the hands of life and death, 

Death remains compressed inside the pocket, 

And life makes us breathe. 

The year named twenty-twenty

Where God has become the queen and death of the king, 

God has killed, death has ruined

Only the obituary songs are remaining to sing. 

The news of death is floating in the air

Resulting in the shattering of hearts and hopes, 

Nobody can escape from the paws of death

Even not with the help of a rope. 

God can do both fair and unfair

We're never known to it, 

Death and life seems like ringers, 

And the entity slips by snapping of fingers. 

When death comes, we die twice, 

Once when someone calls us for the last time, 

And once when our last breath stops

And for throughout  the time, our eyelids drop. 

Again the earthen body mixes with the earth,

That one day had taken a joyful birth. 

The grace of life suddenly halts for infinite hours, 

All the capitals, greed, jovialness and love lose their powers. 

Every right remain still in their show cases, 

Only the user has taken resignation. 

After the death has gobbled him up, 

Towards him, everyone will be showing affection. 

We wanna control the vastness of death, 

But the way of living is in our hands. 

We can enjoy every moments and second of life, 

Until the hourglass terminates by ending of sand.