Friday, April 22, 2011

Death Is Beautiful

The mystery of death is a wonder
Comparatively life becomes a blunder
We don't accompany a beating heart
But do farewell the illusion soul's cart.

People who hesitated to walk together once
Covered miles today with my coffin in cadence
Never someone wished me on my birthday
Now hundreds mumbling prayers on my death day.

I was never gifted throughout my life
Today rain of flowers abounded in rife
Everyone made my journey a funny riddle
But shedding tears now with my dead body in middle.

I was unknown of this joyful fact
If I knew I would never try to make my impact
Death is more beautiful than existence
Its better to end up than to be in this cogence.

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