One Day

My pen will devoid God's writing ink Blunt its writing efficiency and accuracy Shed tears of misery Gushing on my books with haziness Soaking its wise lines With the shadow of ignorance My books will blow a gasket It will miss God's writing hand That paints it content with iron words Watering wisdom and humour And fetching compliments from readers My soul will be in seventh heaven Shake a leg to eternal kingdom Delight in the embraces of relief Death will fold up my life Ceased my nostrils breath Vultures will prey on my corpsehood Soil will decay my carcass That one day; I will DIE.