Death: Our Status Until Rebirth Poem by Anoop Raj K R

Death is a 'transformation'

From one name to another,

Through one body to the other:

With one parent to to the next.

Try to recall the past behind;

Search for names written in the sky.

Dig out the body under your feet.,

Love of the parent's care that you felt.

Moon is a grave yard,
Inspired my childhood:

'I will grow and reach you-

and grab you in my palms'.

But when I grew up,

I never saw a full moon.

Forgot my desire-

Dreams in vain
Lullabies weaken;

May be my ears are dead-

But still Death is ever rolling.

A godly transformation...