It
No one knows it
when you exclaim
It is very next door
People rush to give
Grievances and condolences
They take part in
Till it is sent with peace
Into the holy grave
Where it reaches the
Heaven or Hell
As its capacity
Try and see to explain
There are more adjectives
But no real sense
No one knows it's there
Everyone is so sure of it
When it comes it comes unknowingly
To take full control of your soul
Is this 'IT', LOVE or DEATH
As I write, I myself do not know.
