Death is curt, death is cold,
Death is new, death is old.
Death is no summer, death is no fall;
It is for one, it is for all.
It is no low mist, nor a dark cloud,
Donne is mistaken: death is not proud.
Death is a player in the stage-
It is man's reason for his age.
Death is a cause, it is a reason;
It is Life's changing season.
Death is one moment too long;
Death is one reason beyond.
Copyright © SC
5th March 1982
Mumbai.
Death is a sole reality of life.................all other things are doubtful and ephemeral........Good Write.....10+++........
Death is the ultimate truth of life. A very good write describing death and its implications.
This poem has some very specific points to be taken note of.......Though the rhyming scheme is not even, it is easily readable and very pronounced. arya
And I just read the Poem Death written by you. How beautifully have you described death! Amazing! !
Insightful utterances set aside for deep reflective thought.
Death is the reason why we live in this world.Its the conclusion of our life before we advance to a new chapter..........later, in life. Nice piece Subroto!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Death is a sole reality of life.................all other things are doubtful and ephemeral........Good Write.....10+++........