How people actually feel when they die? ?
Where do they go? what do they do?
I want to know
but how?
If I die I won't be able to come back and say
Strange isn't it?
But everybody dies
some early in the morning
some when the evening is beginning
some after a joyful day
some with thousand debts to pay
some make millions cry
and some with none to say good bye!
But my friend!
how we die
that's none others' choice
but we do.
If you want to die a thousand's death then live for others
say our fathers.
Or die with none to mourn.
So, my dear
have no fear
This is a tavern
we have to return.
If you think too hard about it, it can literally 'scare you to death'. Nice poem
Been reading your poem and must confess there isn't any bad ink emitting from you pen. With such beautiful colors you paint your message-even death with no shadow of fear lurking around it!
Hi Bakuli, Very poignant poem. Trying to capture the answer to a question, no living being is able to answer, yet everybody would be eager to find out.
That a Profound question that only the dead has experienced, don't look forward to that feeling. Strong writing.
Dearth is part of us. As we journey in earth! Nice work.
i wonder how such a beautiful poetess can deal with such stark realities of life as death so adroitly.it made me ponder over our constant companion who is intently watching our every step, ready to prey upon us at the slightest opportunity.enjoyed this poem.
If you want to die a thousand's death then live for others Verily, in this is the message......10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes we most certainly all do have to die. You have expressed death in a cheerful way. Well done for this as we must not be afraid.
Thank you so much! Your comment mean a lot to me..