Poetic Death

Why would life do me wrong?
When I didn’t ask to be born
Such a disparagement
Write some criticisms
That life is uncertain
But death is permanent
Life will do me right
I shall gladly live to die
And not live to survive.

The sun rises in the west
and slumbers in the east
Is this erroneous, a mere jest?
Let’s celebrate death with a feast!

For in the final moment, it transpires
That birth ruptures like bursting a star
but will still end when time expires
The date we know not and could be a far
Forget not our era may conclude now
Then, all that lived shall retreat with a bow.

Uncertain is the way of departure
But certain is we will for sure depart
We are all but a mortal creature -
only a small piece on the big chart.

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Happiness contaminates our mind
Am I wrong and should I apologize?
Pain is inherently kind
Am I wrong and should I again apologize?

But pain is happiness
Happiness is pain (Oh my goodness!)
So, can’t then happiness kill?
while pain has the root to heal.

On a balance they both exist
Too much of either
Ah! Tips the scale
One endures - the other will fail.
Moderation helps them to subsist
Life is a mixture of sweet and bitter
Too much of sugar makes the sun pale
Find the middle path, we live, we hail!