"Que Sera, Sera" is a song of yester year, Have you ever heard it, my dear, It says what it is going to be- "Whatever will be, will be". If you are to die, die you will, Your life snuffed out by a human devil Or life cut short by a speeding truck Or by a bull running amok. You are not safe in an open field, Your life is destined to yield To the lightning from the sky, It is when or how you die. Walking along the dark city street, Death you may unknowingly meet With the manhole lid stolen for sale, And your existence becoming a tale. Death can embrace you in countless ways Like when breath your lungs betrays, Suffocated by the smoke thick That engulfs fast and quick. In the ICU your heart may give up When tragically fails power back up, 0r on the operation table may eternally doze Being administered anesthetic overdose. You may die mugged on the dark road, Or when hidden bombs near you explode, Or a loose electric cable live Will ensure you will not be alive. Every minute you worry about death, Wasting your valuable time and breath, Death is a natural event Which no one can prevent. So if your time is up, you have to go, How or when, you may not know, Hale and hearty you may go to bed, But at dawn, you may be found dead. So dwell not on life and death, Your tenure is predetermined at birth, Worrying only makes life hell, Enjoy the life till rings the bell. Epic proportions it will assume And reams of sheets it'll consume If I write a treatise on this subject, So I stop before my readers object. Raghav R 15.08.2023