Life Or Death

The troll of death knock us any time now

May it be hit off a tyrant automobile or in course of saving others lives,

May it be organs failing post-op,

Or shot by a screwed giggle of fate leaving the breath bereft.

Rebuking one's on life

Will only plunge us in mishaps and strife.

Life is too short to woe

Let not fade into the withered hue.

Blow out the fossils of contentious relation

Be that soul to paint agog and elation,

Never can we presume the concatenation of circumstances,

But this clock's strike, ring the most loved berating every distance.

Never lose yourself into Oblivion

Keep striving for purpose and vision.

Fathom the intricate carvings of your present,

Scoop out the miseries, shine as evanescent.