In the memory of those who perished on the bloody sunday

When it's death all around ,
Why celebrate life?
When the world's nothing but misery abound,
Why celebrate life?

That's a question none can answer
Death's something none can counter;
But it is there in everyone's life,
every nook and cranny filled with life
is, embroiled in the mystery of life.

To undo death is not possible
To ward it off is impossible.
Bereave those who are gone
but treasure the ones who are not begone.

Misery and mirth, death and birth,
Light and dark , dull and stark -
that's the phase called life,
A gift to cherish and atlast ....
TO PERISH.