Death Is The Reality Poem by mamutty CHOLA

How strange, you externalize failures
and internalize success for self glory

I am witness to scenes where silence reigns
Still dialogue is on uninterrupted among people

People trust palmistry blindly for insecurity
What about those who do not have hands

Whenever in life, I have had to face tough situations
Prayers of my mother have always been my refuge

Whenever I go and sit on the sea shore in solitude
There comes a voice from within ho man; you are made of
Of dust and Shall merge with dust when death beckons you

I love angry mood of my love for her innocence
For she has a right to be angry with her loved ones

Ho man; do not decide your fate by tossing the coin
It is the question of your life and not that of luck
mamutty CHOLA