Myth may it be, or be it man’s blind faith, <br />A rehearsal perfecting dance of death, <br />For not but death is every passing breath. <br /> <br />A cosmic law—death is fortuitous fate <br />For a fresh new life with a fresh new date <br />For one more dance of destiny in wait! <br /> <br />Be it a fruit, a flower, or a fly, <br />Man or matter, none e’er can death defy; <br />Are not all things destined one day to die? <br /> <br />With his morbid phobia man stands alone, <br />Is he scared of death or of fate unknown? <br />Does not life come seed of death duly sown? <br /> <br />And Death, not just a balm to every pain, <br />End of every suffering, every strain, <br />A sunny rainbow should perchance it rain! <br /> <br />And what dies is but raiment worn out, old, <br />Death delivers a new garment of gold, <br />A God-given gift ‘tis for a fresh mould! <br /> <br />Let it what be, death’s no devil so grim, <br />Nor is life poet’s pet theme, passing dream, <br />A golden chance to rise, surface like cream!<br /><br />Aniruddha Pathak<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/death-863/
