Well or ill, death takes away soul of anyone at anytime in life;
The non-welcomed visitor plays with everyone's life one day or other;
The most critically ill in the hospital all expect to be dead soon;
But the patient recovers pretty well and the strong dies surprising all!
Death gives a lot of chances for one to survive against all odds;
But when all are not alert and carefree, it takes the soul unnoticed;
That way the matter is finished and all are with grief visit and go;
This is how death does its cunning job with precision hoodwinking all!
For the spiritually advanced Death announces earlier of his death;
The ready one too never bothers about that and indulges in his spiritual progress;
Our soul is just a spark from the Universal Spiritual Energy only after all!
So. what is the use of worrying about death or fear for ever in the world?
With faith we forget fear of death and we go on till the end of life in the world;
Once our duty is over we will be automatically taken away to the source!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
With faith we forget fear of death and we go on till the end of life in the world; Once our duty is over we will be automatically taken away to the source!