Death, Death, Death Poem by Gajanan Mishra

Everywhere, everytime,
Death, death, death,
Farmer's death, student's death,
Wife's death, husband's death,
Leader's death, son's death,
Father's death, daughter's death,
Mother's death and so many deaths.
Death, death, death.
Death is one and it comes
In so many forms at various places
To put others in trouble.
Truth is that no one is ready
To take the responsibility
For the death of another,
Death, death is the only one
Who is your near and dear.
Let us say together, come on death,
Come on we are here to welcome you
But come, not as a treacherous fellow
But just as a great hero
And face us front to front,
We are ready to confront.
To defeat the death, we have to
Gather courage, my dear friends,
We have to know the truth,
And we have to place the truth
Before all here.
Have confidence on the self
And live a life of love,
Love means see and sacrifice
The self for others.
See, we are not dying then but
We are here living for ever
In one shape or in the other.