Life And Death


Over ashes of life, we trek.
Many tramped on this earth.
Stampede of time raise dust,
while we carry a casket of death.

In an earthenware pot we live
painted by best of hues on mud.
In long run, succumb to wear n’ tear,
ultimately breaking down to soil.
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In funeral fire we melt down,
exploding our dreamy brains.
Curse of life leaves a trail on you
While riding white horse to fate.

Our dream houses litter in debris
charred lie our toys we played
scared face of near n’ dear ones
takes a peep into pyre I retire.

Circumvolutions conclude,
Breaking down in exasperation
Among heap of garbage we search
picking up life again from thrash.

Kneading a lump of clay, we shape,
Again into this world of delusion
At last, we pray holding a candle
Oh, lord let me lead you to senses!
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Category: Life Poems

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