Death Poem by RAVIKIRAN ARAKKAL

This event happens to one and all,
Making every living being
To come to an end and dissolve,
Into the earth, which created
Everything on it, to live and feel
It's goodness and hardships,
Created to be enjoyed by it.

Death in it'd ever pristine form,
Dances every second, in rejoice
Of the end it has created,
Which none can decipher,
And if god or Satan is behind it,
Must have a busy schedule,
Of creating more from the death
It make out of every being.


Ravikiran Arakkal