Subbaraman N V
Dreaded Death - Poem by Subbaraman N V
What is this DREADED DEATH
Knows no distinction
Young or old, poor or rich
Either sex, healthy or sick
Virtuous or vicious, dunce or diligent
Unlettered or highly literate
Dedicated Mahatma or despicable bandit
Social worker or menace to the society
All are same in the grip of death!
Death at times brings relief
Most of the times nothing but grief!
In one's life time
That he lives is not a matter
How he lives is all that matters!
Man's greatness is not in being
Sure one agrees that in doing!
Death can remove the physical self
Sure not his words and deeds
That indeed make him live for age!
Birth is alike getting out of sleep
Death is akin to getting into sleep
Fear not death, but boldly face!
Alive are dead; Dead are alive
All in the manner we live
And how we serve the society with love
To live in peace and amity, joy and cheers!
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