Death

A sleep so calm 

Which takes over all toil

Silent, cold the one that makes 

A fully shaped man to meet the soil

Slow yet steadily it embraces one

with a lullaby so soothing,

Through the journey of silence-trance-sopor

It takes one to the utopia ultimately relieving.

The knots losen 

And hand shakes receed

All limp you lay with ams open

Perfect peace over soul and mind then succeeds

Indifferent to the entire world 

You go dancing on the stoll in the land of dreams

Faces faint, voices become unheard

Bliss and peace with all its radiance beams

Wandering in space yet far from your reach

This sweet sleep wanders as I and you soar 

Mysterious, grave yet soulfully selcouth 

The tacenda of each heart till it knocks your door...

||Sshree||