Death

Death a Poem from Ponder Awhile

Mohit Kailashnath Misra
Death comes to you in the middle of the night,
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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  • Mohit Misra 6/4/2008

    Thank you for your kind words.
    Mohit

  • cathiesbloggs 3/29/2008

    Beautiful ...and life !!!

  • Karen aka 2/27/2008

    This happened to my father. He was swept away from us through the night and that is still really difficult today. Beautiful poem.

  • Mike Sutherland 11/8/2007

    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.

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