Soon the autumn will come
And the winter too
As I lay counting my days
I wonder, will this autumn be my last season?
Yet I long for winter and spring too,
Will my dying day be happy as I am now?
Yet I long for sunshine and moonshine too.
Will I be able to face death?
Yet I long for more years and immortality too.
Will my soul reincarnate after I go?
Yet I wish but hate this life too.
Will I be paid for my deeds in eternity?
Yet I don’t believe in superstitions.
Will I be welcomed in heaven?
Though nobody has seen heaven and hell.
These questions are mysteries
And I’m entangled in grief
Searching for the answers !!
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