When the heart stops throbbing, <br />When the body becomes frail, <br />When the kin start sobbing, <br />And blows the saddening gale; <br />Then man has to face; <br />Face the face; the life’s horrible face. <br /> <br />No soul, no feeling, no breath. <br />The ultimate truth of life is death. <br /> <br />When one dies, he becomes history. <br />His soul departs leaving behind; <br />A futile carcass, an empty mind. <br />And death remains an unsolved mystery.<br /><br />Swapan Deep Singh<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-truth-of-life/
