Treasure Island

gajanan mishra

(3rd April 19sixty / Tikapali, Patnagarh, Balangir, Odisha, India now at Tapobana, Titilagarh, Odisha, India)

Death is born


Always remember
Death is born
With the body
Death is sure
For every
Living entity.

Today or
Tomorrow you are
Sure to die
Remember always
And as such you
Should not lament.

Death should not
Be feared
Rather time should
Be utilized
To end the process
If you can.

Remember always
It is bad to entangle
Oneself in sinful
Activities
To stay save from
Death here.

Have patience and
Observe what is there
In birth and death
And the functioning
Of life with
The elements that are five.

Submitted: Friday, December 20, 2013
Edited: Friday, December 20, 2013

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