Death is not the full stop,
here ot hereafter, rather,
It is a continuation of
the life further and further.
Death is a new beginning, and
Death is the expansion of life
towards growth, hard to soft,
Seen to unseen, imperfection to perfection.
I love it as because it loves me
I am going towards death as
the death itself is coming to me,
I love death as I love myself.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem