~*~ Death ~*~ By: – John Donne

           DEATH, be not proud, though some have called thee

          Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so:

          For those whom thou think’st thou dost overthrow

          Die not, poor Death; nor yet canst thou kill me.

          From Rest and Sleep, which but thy picture be,

          Much pleasure, then from thee much more must flow;

          And soonest our best men with thee do go—

          Rest of their bones and souls’ delivery!

          Thou’rt slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,

          And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell;

          And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well

          And better than thy stroke. Why swell’st thou then?

              One short sleep past, we wake eternally,

              And Death shall be no more: Death, thou shalt die!

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How far can a person go to fulfill the dreams of someone else?

Find out in the pages of Dream’s Sake, a general fiction novel by Jyoti Arora.

For more information and free preview of first chapter click on the picture or visit:www,jyotiarora.com

Dream's Sake A Novel by Jyoti Arora

Dream’s Sake
A Novel by Jyoti Arora

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