Death is but a name of another place
Woven to be so beautiful and clear
That when the time rolls at its pace
Shake the hands even with the crown without any fear
Death is but another sleeping bed
Crafted to be so warm and pleasant
Although nothing unusual is made
For all mortals to rest, be it king or a peasant
 |
| Dead is a sleeping bed for us. Courtesy: http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Tomb_of_Ouida.JPG |
Death is but another mortal’s tongue
Designed to labour and speak
Where ‘Honesty’ has to be first sprung
Along with ‘Justice’ at the peak
Death is but a sentence
Punctuated to show the meaning
Of beauty and power having no essence
Which humans always keep greening
Death is but a last sleep
Or should it be a final awakening?
But in any case, the arms are opened to keep
A message that it is always waiting
“The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time.” ― Mark Twain
"Shake the hands even with the crown without any fear" and "Death is but a last sleep
ReplyDeleteOr should it be a final awakening?", these two lines are carefully observed and philosophical. Nice rhyme and rhythm. Nice poem altogether sir. Congratulations. :)
The last two lines are not mine. I have heard it from else where (couldn't trace out) but have stitched that pieces along side the shoulder of my article.
ReplyDeleteThank you anyways.