Death
The idea of death, never frightened meThe pain of living, ruptured my glee
Frustration of life, never lead to anything happy
Just plain, pure, dark and brutal ignominy
Death takes away
All that's bad and wrong
And death's never judgmental
Same for weak or strong
Death's meaning is different
For people in pain and pleasure
For one, its a luxury
The other, a cruel terror
Death fills the void of life
The emptiness in leading such lives
Lives always under society's influence
Meaning of them? nothing but endless strives
Death puts an end
To all the misery
And takes away some humans
From disasters, keeps the Earth, free
Power or Possession
Mean not a thing at the end
Some leave this world in a casket
For others, a funeral pyre
And then humans don't cry
And then humans don't try
For peace the world cried
While Death whispers a lullaby
Poetry by Jalaj Soni
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Written on 2011-10-17 at 22:43
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