Feel Not Proud-Death

Death, you are garlanded with calm breath

We have faith, confidence and trust

We adore you with fear and mistrust

We all know and go by the simple assumption

You are a calm assassin

You take away the soul with tactics and foul

Give us no hint and simply take out the death print

We laboured hard collected and amassed a treasure to be left behind

We simple go empty-handed 

Now we have made up our mind

We shall find enough of pleasure

Let the tomorrow be unsure 

You can take us only once that too by chance

We shall never be afraid even if we are forced to be laid in the grave.