Death (1) (Not End But Begining) Poem by U Win Kyi

Some did not have their first breath,
born stillbirth, absolutely lifeless.
Some died at early age,
though a plea, the mother made.
Some died at the prime of life,
like fallen by a scythe with one strike.
Some died at age much much older,
like a flower under hot sun, slowly withered.

Death does no favor,
Everyone has to go that nature,
no matter winner or loser,
no matter rich or poor,
no matter young or old,
no matter high or low.

But death is not an end,
it is a new begining in heaven,
an everlasting paradise,
after the end of present life.