Life And Death Poem by Purushothaman Ramarajan

To live
You need the will
To die,
A greater will.

We live
Out of fear
For the death,
The unknown.

He who knows
Turns dumb.
He who knows not
Prattles a lot.

All our fate
He writes
Not knowing
The next word.

He writes
What is dictated,
Nothing more,
Nothing less.

All that I know
Or I think I know is:
Death is not the end
As birth is not the beginning

Where from and whereto?
The question rings.
But the answer evades
The mortal ears.

03.12.11
Rourkela