Nothing remains constant in this world, <br />one has to go one day, <br />far far beyond every height, <br />the stench of death will take away every one, <br />the fragrance of life is not constant, <br />still we live with lots of desires, <br />a quest is within everyone to reach the ultimate, <br />Is that ultimate is death, i guess? <br /> <br /> <br />A child grows to see the bitter truth of the world, <br />to see bomb blast, to know terrorist in this modern world, <br />when she is young she feels <br />she has been called by the world <br />to make her own identity, <br />But what if in the midway the play strucks <br />Is that ultimate is death, i guess? <br /> <br />The world will move, the people will live, <br />the desire will exist, it will surely increase, <br />Death though reality is the entropy in nature, <br />The enthalpy of life is still predominant. <br /> <br />Live life in full fledged way so that you don't have any regrets, <br />In the first half, in the middle, <br />after interval and throughout the play, <br />never let zealot in you stops to do, whatever you wish, <br /> <br />so the ultimate can't be death, <br />but it is when the enthalpy in you doesn't exist i guess!<br /><br />Tara Chettur<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/death-324/
