.
Up in the sky,yes up far high;
There was a star,glittering very far.
Everything here doesn''t have to
die,
But they have to survive till the ending hour.
The star twinkled in the sky very clear,
As falls from the eye a shining tear;
Like a drop of hope surrounded by sorrow-
Even that may not be there tomorrow.
Evanescent thoughts fill my head-
Tomorrow seems dull,yesterday seems dead.
But death is the future one cannot deny,
It is inevitable-you cannot defy.
You cannot cheat the invincible power,
Every second draws you close to your ending hour.
Published: January 15, 2008