Dr. Yogesh Sharma

Veteran Poet - 1,869 Points (1-7-1959 / india)

Death And Reality - Poem by Dr. Yogesh Sharma

All know that all things must die,
The brooks will stop to flow,
The winds will stop to blow,
The clouds will stop to fleet;
The heart will stop to beat;
All know that all things must die.
The sheep will stop to bleat,
Soothsayers will stop to treat,
Flowers will stop to bloom,
Man will stop to gloom,
All know that all things must die.

O, Man! Spring will come never more;
Death always stands at the door,
See! All near and dear ones are discarding;
The lavender and the cheery building,
All know that all things must die.
We feel the flower of soft leaf,
But its soft petals sore us with a grief,
Which once our babyhood knew,
Whose love and passion never grew,
All know that all things must die.

We shadow the orb around,
But reverberations are deaf and dumb for their sound,
Stars light up and lose color as they bade;
They fail to made the woods joyful or mad.
All know that all things must die.
Death calls equally and all has to go,
No matter, high or low;
We quiver in the dark and gloomily sit,
In search of cheery, amusement kit;
All know that all things must die.

All the voices will be silenced,
And nothing will be seen or heard,
Nor the storms on the mount,
O, love! Hark! Death is calling strident;
All know that all things must die.
While I write this, the jaw is spreading,
The bright face paling, sturdy limbs failing;
Frost with the hot blood unites;
The eyeballs stopping sites,
All know that all things must die.

No times to hear the temple bell,
No times to meet the friends to bid farewell;
But this is a reality on this earth,
For all those die has to rebirth,
All know that all things must die.
As we and all know,
The old worlds die long ago,
So let the fresh winds array,
And the blue wave beat the fray;
All know that all things must die.

No body is here friend or foe,
But all have to go for a dip away from me,
Far away, far away and far away,
From my abode and from my play,
All know that all things must die.
Brahma, Vishnu, Mahesh, trinity;
Is there to rule eternity,
Same eve and morn, will never more;
All things those perish will reborn.
All know that all things must die.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, December 15, 2011

Poem Edited: Friday, December 16, 2011


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