It signifies incapacitation, it makes you sweat from your soul, <br />And it needed learning and readjustment - it is called death. <br />It was enjoyed as a tale so twisted, igniting hazards afterwards, <br />Many fooled themselves by it, working a party of ignorance. <br />The need for such an adjacent and accompanying event <br />Is only there mysteriously, but what is the mystery? <br />Death has an aroma of eloquence, fitting to be called a scent <br />That is fed to the young and old, no matter what age. <br />May your legs and arms carry all that burden, <br />But let the end of our lives swear to modify the eternity.<br /><br />Naveed Akram<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/incapacitated-soul/
