WE often think of death
As a highway to the godly heaven
Or as a tumultuous ride to the devilish hell
But is that so indeed?
WE often think of death
As a road to nothingness –
From nothingness we came
And to nothingness we proceed
But is it so indeed?
WE often think of death
As a journey of the spirit
Transmuting from one body to another
Thus acquiring and discarding
Yet is that so indeed?
Or is the journey of life inept
To capture deaths mystic symphony
While Science, beliefs and expectations
Grope and grapple in the dark!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Is not death a real mystery?