Her Emotions❤️

 Do heavens treat you Like earth when you depart? Special place for queens  And kings in heaven? Or we're all gon'  Wear white clothes? No crowns? No majesty treatment? How is it like to die? They say rest in peace But you're an angel now You have to work overtime Look after the people You left behind That you loved And promised To die for them. Dead people don't rest in peace. They begin their restless journey Of looking after You and Me  To keep us away from evil spirits. There's no rest even after You stop breathing.

 Nomatter how much you fear death It is the only fear that We're assured we'll get over. Pity None of us on earth know The experience of death. Nomatter how much you can put Yourself in shoes of the dead You're not the one who's dead. None of living things Can ever know how it feels like To be dead. And maybe we're using the wrong term To define situation Of not breathing again Maybe these people we say they're dead They're not. Maybe they've just lost in a game called life And they're kept in a room -Heaven For those who played according To the creator of life game. But why is there hell? How can you give life to human being Then love it, And give it an evil heart so that It goes to hell!? So much confusion I pray and hope to tell you All about my death experience In the next life.

 If you quit No one will take over from where You've put a stop. This is your life. Do not crave for others success If you're not willing to put in work. Success is not an overnight progress. Of course you'll be tested along the way. More fails each day But do not seat back and lay down Keep going And carry discipline with you. You'll need it more than anything Though everything you need is God's guidence. Soldier on. Move on. Make you proud. You're all you've got.

 The truth is that; We will all die But those we bury are they assured That we will follow? Though death is certain Unlike birth. Life is indeed a gift. Some don't even live upto a day And they leave us with permanent mark Called pain. I buried my mom at the age of four. It didn't hurt at that period But as I grew up I was reminded often that my mom  Is no more. Each time my mates would talk about Their mothers -I'd feel how much I Need my mother's presence. Each day of my life I live it imagining how it'd be with someone To call mommy. Death be not proud. You leave alot living with sadness,pain And mourn because of you -DEATH. MJ RAMASHALA 💙🍃

I stood for all that love offered to me, Pain, disappointment and patience And if love came knock at my door again I'll open Offer a comfort sit Let it feel home and I'll feel so new again. I'll know when it's true. I'll feel when it's safe. It doesn't have to look fancy Nothing old Nothing ordinary No games but Just plays for fun To make sure we're alive I want it tasty I want it colorful with lots of colours Like children's chat written ABC I want it peaceful Sometimes loud to annoy me a bit And childish  I want it all in the name of Love. MJ RAMASHALA 💙🍃