Colours of death

Life is a journey full of twists and turns & we, the souls of lord, who were separated frm him have to go through this.During the time of death v still thnk of worldly possessions.All die differently.

White color has scattered 

All others on their way

To a journey mercilessly blissful

During which some end and some survive

While death still knocking at my door

My heart wishes to run away