>≫≫Death- A Full Blooded Young Sage Poem by Abdul Wahab

Inside the womb of death
Secretly sits a full blooded young sage
He is alone in his own kingdom
In a posture of deep meditation
Administering all of us with iron hand
While he keeps his eyes closed tight
No beating of nerves, yet, he is
Much more vibrant and alive.

All around him
All things deflate and shrink
And hovers light in jet black
Absolute beauty flashes
In its all wilderness
And he is surrounded
With the ever revolving ultimate truth.
Like a shadow under which
He keeps pain and sorrow,
Love and hate, hunger and thirst
Carefully away from us all
So that we may never repent
After going there willingly.

So we all go
With a new dress tucked with goodness
Spraying sweet scented deodorant
Under our smelling body parts
As of a newly married bride or bride groom
Leaving all the lust and greed
Love of money
Actually all human emotions and needs

Like of this handsome death
Life has too
Same kind of image and posture
Like a hermit, like a sage
Bestowed with endless energy
Power, strength and tireless working ability
To create or to give birth is in his blood
To him is an art
Like an addiction
And all he does with everlasting love
For ever ending love
As long as love is alive life wins
He does not care death for any moment
At all.