After Life Poem by Amar Agarwala
After Life
Death is a great leveller
A balm for all our ills,
Frees us from every sickness
Without a need for pills.
Old rivalries forgotten
Buried under the sun,
Enemies turn cherished friends
For the role plays are done.
Know ether world is richer
With treasures ever be,
Yet we cling to dear life
Afraid that it would flee!
Essence of life is simple
It's like ringing a bell,
Whose tolling spells happiness
With a magical spell.
The magic breaks not at death
Know this my mortal dear,
True happiness will unveil
When the Heavens loom near.
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There are times when death gives a solution, which life cannot. Unlike what it commonly believed, it may be the best one and there is little need to feel afraid. Yet, mortal fear death, ignorant of the fact that it is one's greatest friend, and comes to the fore when life has exhausted itself.
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5/22/2024 1:23:06 PM # 1.0.0.1119
death is the balm of all ills, true sir, namaskar