DaCosta de Poet



If we had the power to predict our death

To tell at what time to breathe our last breath

Then It should be at the point when we are still strong

And not when all things are going wrong

It should be at the stance of having enough wealth instead

For your offsprings and lineage to inherit in your sted

Not when the family struggles for their daily bread

For your carcass to be more of a curse than a blessing instead.

If we had the power to predict when to die

I will assume it should be a period of food health

And not when weak and broken down to earth

No matter a person’s colour, race or gender

Everyone practically wants to live forever

So to ask when to die

Is actually a question without an answer

Like Ef-pac everyone wants his or her pain to be blown away

Forgetting death is the only way

Yet in the face of death;

Pleading for life becomes the sacred agenda

When to die , I believe should not be through accidents and disasters.

Leaving the family to street life

Filled with immense sweet strive

When to die should be a point of being free and not bond

Not when sickness has weaken us at the mercy of the strong

It should be at the point when everything seem to be right

And you have inner peace everyday and night

It should be the time when your faith in your savior is still alive

So that even when you die you may be brought back to life

For when to die should be when you have been called to rest by God

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TIME WITH YOU: The Journey

Like a wall clutched with a ladder
We solely lean on each other
Had our breakfast and lunch together
Amidst unending monster laughter
In fact, we are closer than Aladdin and his pet
And in our dealings, do we accord maximum respect.
Like a bleach cream, you lighten my fears
And cause me to darken up before our peers
So, I stand tall before the rest
And fall low to you; like a baby to the breast
When work directs me left, you go right
My exact version, my cushion and sunlight.
You enlighten my day
And your dares move my spines I say
Loving you will never be a mistake
For it’ll be a great venture to undertake
If your love is to be a lottery or super bet
I’m sure I will stake with all I get
For your my jackpot and last bet
And every time with you is like a reflection of myself
So, I feel so safe like a book on a shelf

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