NO GRANTS
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Death you are declared dead
till date you are sumptously fed
by tsunamis ,earth quakes and tornadoes
and also by forlorn heart breaks in love stakes

We have resolved not to admit you
to the streets of enchanting lives glory
and to all the tragical war fare story
We discern you with all our might stored dut due

We pray you not to place your icy hands
Be sure they are not at all our welcome bands
Wait not for us stranded at times of sands
We hope not to accord you any invitation in grands
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I'll go along with that. I so love your words. They sound so natural. Just communication. Hits the spot.