Intro: Death is weird right.. Appears as a disenchantment as a reaper but is indeed a saviour:a kind friend, its kindness often unnoticed: when the living dead is taken into consideration, parching for Moksha(hindu term for salvation), for freedom from misery and endless suffering - living but partly living, dragging, their last breath, on the brink of death.

Personal Note: Awaiting our reunion in ur rebirth friend.. Till then.. I bid u adieu..

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Time briskly goes by
Lives come and away they fly
Yet some here remain
Burning and wriggling in pain,
With outstretched hands
Waiting till death lands.

Sincere is their wish
For peace they famish
Longing to gasp and cry
Their body still and wry,
They wait impatiently
Preparing to depart solemnly
Desiring to be reborn and relive
They wait and wait for relief.

Such were you
Trickling down your eyes were drops of dew
Dying in pain, unable to choke down a drop of blue,
Not a morsel of grain you nibbled
Weak,your small frame trembled.

Yet death never landed for you
And suffering within you brew.
But you had your family
Whom you lived with happily,
People to bid you farewell
Who loved and cared for you well
Your little pups, still in weaning
Clutching tight, to part unwilling
The call from you and your dear ones,
Touched death at once.

Death a friend,was kind
And set out to find
Your pained soul lost
To deliver peace from life's frost
And finally you met your end
When from heaven did death descend.

Death revered for generosity
Was thanked for devotion to duty
Indeed a friend was he
For he alone gave the chance to you
To have paid this harsh life Adieu.

Goodbye my little girl
Hope fate may curl
And in next birth holy,
May I once again meet you mischievous and jolly.