Death comes and goes
Like a guest at a uninvited party
Death can be a friend or an enemy
It can take your love
It can also take your foe
It can bestow a burden of vacantness
It can set you free
It can give you the gift of sorrow
It may throw you joy
Because of it, you can face a challenge
Or you can take a big step forward
Death also leaves humanity
A question, Is It
Good or Bad?
Questioning Death leaves us at a dead end. It is a fantastic experience to inquire upon its reasons
death is a taboo thing to talks about..........but it's a sure thing...........
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This could have been longer or shorter. But it could not have been much better. This is philosophy again. Another thing I love in poetry. This is also oner of the most profound questions. I love the question it poses. I wish it were discussed more often. GW62