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!

Hindu Wisdom

Said the sage Sanatkumara to Narada: "Where one realizes the indivisible unity of life, sees nothing else, hears nothing else, knows nothing else, that is the Infinite. Where one sees separateness, hears separateness, knows separateness, that is the finite. The Infinite is beyond death, but the finite cannot escape death."

-Chandogya Upanishad (excerpted from The Upanishads)

OM SVABHAVA SHUDDHA SARVA DHARMA SVABHAVA SHUDDHO HUM