Twin Triplets.No.14. Birth N' Death, Deadly Love

If waking is a mini birth And sleeping, a minor death Aren’t we born and dead everyday? ...... yes, we are. everyday it is happening. Oh! How thousands immolate themselves........in true love it happen. Both Triplets are well penned. Beautiful poems shared amazingly.

Every new breath is death of the last breath. Thoughtful!

Life and death! Walking along. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

a good write on birth and death

I am with you, Valsa in your 1st triplet as in the same vein I had composed a poem! As for your 2nd one the deadly love is well spelled!

life is action action is life

Twin short and inspiring writes. Love like coal can grow hot and burn then turn to ashes when cold then grows old! Nice write.

Succinct and powerful coupling, the first evocative the latter provocative.

Contrasting triplets. We are also dead when we see injustice and are helpless to act. Thank you.

simple, meaningful and beautiful thanks for sharing