Death is so scary,
though we are aware of it
the thought makes us so weary,
more because it creeps so silently.
We keep living all our lives
fretting and fuming over petty things,
and finally realise that
all this was for nothing worthy.
When we realise people we know
will no longer be with us any more
when we realise that life we value so much
is lost in seconds, everything seems so gloomy.
When we realise that like the tree,
shedding its old leaf
people sometimes just cease to live,
leaving everyone in grief.
Its so depressing to know the facts
and still keep living
As if hoping for something
that will change the ultimate ending.
