Or sweeps you away in broad daylight.
This being mans biggest doubt,
Death is not to be talked about.
Where he comes from where he goes?
We have no tangible proof that shows.
The masters say there is a holy light,
In the beginning and during our last flight.
How do I overcome my fear of death?
By leading a good life and having no regret.
The moment I die I must do my best,
To become one with the light, eternal rest.
The soul must merge with the super soul,
Forever to become part of the whole.
As long as I have much to give,
That is how long I will live.
At the end to death I must go,
Finishing a real tragic and funny show.
Published by Mohit Kailashnath Misra
poet /Philosopher author of "Ponder Awhile" Franklin Top Spiritual and Religious 1.The Holy Bible 2.Ponder Awhile-Mohit.K.Misra View profile
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4 Comments
Post a CommentThank you for your kind words.
Mohit
Beautiful ...and life !!!
This happened to my father. He was swept away from us through the night and that is still really difficult today. Beautiful poem.
Very cool poem; sounds like a Greed tragedy at the end. I especially like the first line because it is very well written and says it all. My heart goes out to those swept away in broad daylight.