Death is curt, death is cold, <br />Death is new, death is old. <br />Death is no summer, death is no fall; <br />It is for one, it is for all. <br /> <br />It is no low mist, nor a dark cloud, <br />Donne is mistaken: death is not proud. <br /> <br />Death is a player in the stage- <br />It is man's reason for his age. <br />Death is a cause, it is a reason; <br />It is Life's changing season. <br /> <br />Death is one moment too long; <br />Death is one reason beyond. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Copyright © SC <br />5th March 1982 <br />Mumbai.<br /><br />Subroto Chatterjee<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/death-352/
