By: Munish Keswani.
Just as the burnished sun does,
Just as the pelting rain does.
Just as the most impressive creature on the earth does.
They die, they rise.
They destroy, they create.
What then is death? Is it the end?
Death is not nothing,
It is the end of nothingness.
It is a gift from the supreme being.
Its a gift,
Wrapped with the end of atrocious curses.
Its a gift,
Of the inception of a new salutary life,
God is friend.
Time is foe.
Life chases sluttish allurement of time.
Up and fall,
But success is for the one,
Who rises again.
Never fear, never worry
Death is a gift of thee.
Bodies die,
Souls don't.
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