Pratheek Praveen Kumar in Calm Reflections
Death - Poem by Pratheek Praveen Kumar in Calm Reflections
The ender of lives,
Whether husbands or wives,
He treats kings and beggars alike,
The gathering of souls he does like.
Everyone in his face is equal,
Death is but life's sequel,
Death is the next big journey,
That is something that we all should see.
He strikes without warning,
At night or morning,
Indiscriminately he carries people off,
Either by smooth ways or rough.
Whatever a person is, death shall come,
However gracefully go only some,
He does this every day,
Without caring for what other people say.
Feared by all is death,
In his job he is set,
He triumphs always,
And has done so for many days.
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