Death, A New Beginning Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

If what we call an end beginning is,
New destiny when beckons after lull,
And beginning, a birth of end— to cease,
The end's no end— a fleeting interval,
Cosmic Design when renders a young heart
To rekindle the life with new spirit,
And death begins to look like a new start,
That lets life's journey with a new light lit.
Yet, only if we learn to live, let go,
Move forward getting distracted the least,
Learn to flow with the flow, not to resist,
That death begins to look like friend, no foe.
To be a butterfly its avowed faith,
A caterpillar hates to call it death.
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My heart always goes to much maligned death, a friend no foe, no end but a new beginning, a brief interval, a device to get a new kit to rekindle life's journey, and a new start. A caterpillar is transformed into butterfly. It is no death.
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Sonnets | 01.09.11 |