Death, Life's Dance Of Renewal Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

Ever alive, life knows death's no evil,
Body alone gets burnt, decayed, buried,
New name, new game, life on to a new drill;
It may or not change, nor yet learn new creed—
But change immortal is, and mortal is
Only what changes; and still scared of death,
Afraid of dying flesh, life in disease,
Man's scared of change, of fostering new faith.

And where's in Nature what we call as death?
A change, no more than cosmic reshuffle,
To matter energy's rare kiss of breath,
Obvious to some, to some far too subtle,
Alive or not, all things transform with time,
A dance of renewal is it in mime.
_____________________________________________
Sonnets | 02.09.11 |