Oh Death!
Thine time hath come..
What have I to offer Thee?
Unprepared am I to face Thy resplendence
A life unfulfilled… the Grecian Urn overfloweth with remorse
Mine own magnificence unrecognized
Shriveled my soul bid time
Joy- full creative expression a miss
Alas! under the cloud of Thy certainty
A pall of gloom descended
Till face to face.. with Thee
Found I that,
That Death is but a window to Life Eternal
For I continue to Be
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Intellectually, yes, death is visualised as a liberator from this bondage of life or seen as a passage to life Eternal; but life is to be lived & how..? . Can we ever predetermine as we always end up attempting a sort of post mortem and that too bemoaning the life wasted..