What if I die this day, this v’ry minute?
Nothing happens, nothing happens…
some cry; some smile…some sighs, some tears…That’s it!
The time balsam relieves all pains.
How many die leaving no sign of them.
Today’s my space is just a phase
that melts in ever churning time’s, hot rhythm.
Then what’s in life to hunt or chase?
Tell me, what if I die this day!
The past was once present with seeds of hope.
I never knew no seed would sprout.
What couldn’t be reaped how can I heap? Nope, nope!
It’s fate, some lives weather but drought!
Tell me, what if I die this day!
You keep going till comes that brutal day,
when take a brunt your faith and love
All strength and skills you could till then display
one day you gath’r as broken boughs.
Tell me, what if I die this day!
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