Upon All End will Descend

Life is a riddle, Fate will arrive to meddle, Peace may come in the middle, But, God is there to cuddle, If a close person dies, None can be wise, Tears will ooze from the eyes, Life will be full of cries, In case she has left, With end giving a shift, Peace will suffer theft, Soul and joy will have a rift, A poet sagaciously feels, With detachment deals, His own mind he heals, Saying end comes and seals, He tells let it go, God takes soul as cargo, Here, can't win ego, One turns long ago.mvvenkataraman

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