Fear of death is the birth of religion.
Post death concept is religious cook up.
Sweet coated post death promises are made
By the heads to rule the mass in their hold.
Death is nothing but the wood burnt out.
Everything is disintegrated.
Nothing remains to go to hell or heaven.
Sin and punishment is man's invention.
It is a myth that you live after death.
A myth that you reap the fruits of Karma.
Leaving your treasure and memories
Is for which death haunts you for all the time.
Death is feared by organisms one and all.
It's the gravest adventure each one faces.
Time, place and manner are unannounced.
On death you are dust in others' minds too.
06.03.2018
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The concept of death nicely put forth: Nothing remains to go to or heaven. Sin and punishment is man's invention.