DEATH, the final truth

DEATH ,THE FINAL TEST OF A PRIDE

Life took it's final chances with death,

Just as the sun drowned in the west,

For as fate played it's deathly game,

Death touched someone close.

Just across town someone grieves,

Just across town someone cries,

For its the living who honour the death,

As those gone live on in the mind.

A beautiful light suddenly estinguished,

A bright future suddenly darkened,

Another notch for the count,

Few will remember today as it was tommorow.

Birth and death; Death and birth

The cycle repeats again and again

For though comfort is scarce tonight,

Time shall fill the empty bowl to the brim

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The lesson is clear, death is the final test of pride,

And before it vanity has always flopped ,

For no one has ever taken any thing along,

As in this world we come alone, leave alone.

BY- ASHRAF

Death in a way is the ultimate truth of life. It is the reality from which no one can escape. No one is insulated or safe from this awesomely powerful event which turns the persons whole life to dust.

One of the biggest paradoxes of our lives, death as i was once told in my childhood needs no reason or permission but just an excuse. This reasoning stems from a very interesting tale but that is another story in itself.

Some other time maybe.

The above poem was written on the night death touched a very close friend of mine. Its an expression of the inability to do anything, just stand along watching the deadly dance of death. So many years have passed since that night and yet when i think about it i can remember every single detail, every single
emotion and eerily enough even that winter's night cold
wind brushing against my face.

And yet the living move on. Comfort which was in so short a
quantity that night has come to the affected. And despite all the odds to the contrary each night does end, a new sun does rise everyday.

Over for now- ASHRAF