Death

Again the day of Death will come,

Will stand at the end of life,

All your scripts of Memory

Will be washed out in the dark.

What will be your identity beyond the Earth?

The attachment of relations

Shall be broken suddenly,

Only your lifeless body 

Would wrapped with white cloths.

Then why the fire of vengeance burning on Head?

You will count the deeds of life

Sleeping on the bed,

Calculation of wishes will

Die in the end.

Why unnecessary strife or vain hassle?

Acquire Billions of love

In the gold box of memory,

Your Deeds will make reviler to bow,

Life will invite to come back again.

           - Prabhat...