Today I want to touch <br />The most mysterious and relentless <br />About the inevitable truth of man <br />I mean about death. <br /> <br />Does death mean the end or <br />Does it merely open another life <br />You may say what I say <br />To you is absurd and phony <br />I question you but why? <br /> <br />When you can wish <br />Wish of becoming a president or <br />Wish of getting a first rank or <br />Wish to see Sachin's ton ton <br />Or many and many other wishes <br />Which you may or may not attain. <br /> <br />Then how can you neglect <br />A truth which is 'The Certain' <br />The things which you wish <br />Are the uncertainties of life <br />The only certainty is in death. <br /> <br />A death which is so true <br />But still we fear of it. <br /> <br />Death is an art <br />And a man who acknowledges this <br />Is the one who lives in true sense <br />See the death before you live <br />And live before you leave <br />Because death is a chance.<br /><br />abhimanyu kumar.s<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-death-17/
