To live
You need the will
To die,
A greater will.
We live
Out of fear
For the death,
The unknown.
He who knows
Turns dumb.
He who knows not
Prattles a lot.
All our fate
He writes
Not knowing
The next word.
He writes
What is dictated,
Nothing more,
Nothing less.
All that I know
Or I think I know is:
Death is not the end
As birth is not the beginning
Where from and whereto?
The question rings.
But the answer evades
The mortal ears.
03.12.11
Rourkela
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