VINTAGE AASHIQ..........

The quietus..

Death awaits at every door,
with every soul it desires more,
Death wants to see the end,
despite the valiant efforts to fend...

Death wishes a silence forever,
a cold touch that'd make you shiver,
Death asks for a final prayer,
unleashing doom in the air....

Death has never had a cure,
the morbid tune continues to lure,
Death claims a few lives a day,
the end is near, as if to say...

Death has a nemesis in each of us,
that binds the heart and soul in a truss,
life is ours as long as we fight,
and death will surrender despite its might...