Ode to Death

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This content is written in order to re-vizualise the limitations of man, and their helplessness before Death..

Submitted: November 09, 2014

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Speak up, you silent terror, Answer the cry of sinless petals, Enjoy the same pain, which u had borne,For the helpless and looted mortals......What joy brings u forth,While robbing our pearls, our heart ?Are u a slave to some wicked command ?Or merely work, for a handy bribe ?Nobles were hugged, pampered and honoured,And embraced at their public halls,But never did they kiss the success,The victory which makes u fall....The morn, painted with a green lawn,Joyous public, creeping with comfort,The dusk had turned to a blood red pool,All thanks to you- Mr. Spoilsport......A lad, educated, yet illeterate,When kicks his parents and runs for fame,Can cherish it all, for a day or twoFollowing which, falls by your name.......The old poor fellow, deprived of fate,When looses his sole determination,Your gentle hands, like a sweet essence,Handle the ultimate salvation..........They granted us life, a cheerful one,To cherish and go carefree,That too, with an alarm monstrous,Who put an end to our plays- silently.....Poison and sickness, of your vile breath,Can make us mourn, can make us sigh,A short sleep past, we wake eternally,And then its not us, but you, who die......But above all odds, and stinging thoughts,You have earned my admiration,For the message, common to all fools,Death is the peak of all temptations.....


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