And it comes.
It comes with all glory,
Marching ahead like a general
with everyone following;
It comes randomly
Without being pleaded for,
Without knocking, without posting,
With just a single notion it comes.
It comes as the ultimate truth,
Unbearable to accept, unable to deny;
It comes.
Death comes.
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Sabrina Karim
Member Since: 17 Feb, 2016
I grew up in a time when books were the part of children’s life. Lazy afternoons turned fascinating with books which might have been a boon of not having other devices like ipad those days. Jokes apart, books have been my first love and as a co...
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