while walking on the road of life,
we walk through pebbles, stones, mountains and hills.
we bleed, bleed till our wounds clot,
but when outr hearts bleed,
it blots, never does it clot!
the stains are the pains that we hide,
but even if camofledged it does hurt,
like a thousand tears masked by a single smile,
but then, a tear is a tear and a smile, a smile!
we walk ahead zealously till we find that the road has a dead end,
we cry till our tear glands run dry.
while some see a dead end,
some can see a road ahead too.
this road is not the same,
here there is no fear, no lust, no pain and no shame,
here we dont live for butter and bread,
here we live with the dead,
why fear death? why fear death?
when death is life and life is death.