Death Is My Friend And Yet Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

When a river in sea subsides,
Alive unto sea it still lives,
So does life, to death when abides,
Departing, birth to new life gives.

On giving birth to a new life,
Udders flush with milk, ma cow
Turns to newly born calf in love,
Death too is with milk of life rife.

Drops of rain, a great life giver,
Die soon as fall upon parched earth,
Whilst falling into a river,
They die as well but not their worth.

So Death cometh no life to end,
Nor with breath ceasing the life ends,
Life to a new journey extends
To make fresh start; Death, thou art friend!

And sure indeed, Death be my friend,
This I know as everyone knows,
And yet, when Death is close at hand,
I wonder where my wisdom goes!
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Musings | 02.07.10 |