Why are we afraid of death when life is nothing but recurring loop of death?
What is life other than dying all over again.
Like ocean waves keep hitting the shore.
Like holding few drops of water in our hand, we keep on trying to hold on to the brief peaceful moments between deaths.
But we can't hold them, it escapes through our fingers.
So, if you are afraid of death, you should die.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem