Treasure Island

gajanan mishra

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

I fear not death


I fear not death
Death is not mine.
Why should I fear death?

When I have no connection
With death I do not care death.
Death is going on its own way
And I am absolutely separate
From death and in no way
Related to death.
Why should I fear death?

Rather, death is doing
All good to me
Death is taking me
To more beautiful places
And trying to make me
A wonderful adventurer.

Death is my dearest dear
My well-wisher
My guide, my teacher
My father my mother
O death, I love you
And when there is love
There is no need to fear.

And death is not here
To put me in any pressure
Death is going on its own way
I fear not death
Death is not mine.
Why should I fear death?

Submitted: Wednesday, May 22, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, September 10, 2013

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Death is friend philosopher guide, O men, do not fear death. If you are to fear anybody, fear life. Life is most dangerous and not death.

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