After death,
Everything is finished,
Said some members.
Some other members said,
After death,
Everything is there to begin.
Both the groups
Know not what
They are telling and
They know not
What life is and
What death is going to
Do at what time
And for whom.
What is left,
After death.
The first and
The crucial question.
Since nothing is visible,
We all dwindled.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Death is the barrier between silence and Sound.