When I inhale the beauty of the earth through the eyes
Its fragrance, hues, colors, Celestials and sun rise,
Death! Thy art holy, mingles with earth, the only choice
Lungs full breathing without fear, ’O’ Nature thy voice!
If Inhabitant will not die who will put the hue and color
Ah! Death angel thy art painter, we the paint, you the blur
Why should I fear; fragrance, light, colour, all we keep
Death is bliss, desire of a body to be dust that dissolves deep.
Without the chariot; thou art unseen and you never die,
This fact is known to all but without body can you survive?
A vagabond you are, without home, ‘O ’Unseen passer- by,
Master! Where you lost your slave? Fly away unseen, fly
Find another nest, if allotted, unseen binary, and search
Go to the roof of the blind, dumb and deaf merrily you chirp
Rise from there being a Savier that must be crucified again
To beautify the earth; another sacrifice; without a stain! .
Death is a door that we must all pass through. There is no escape. We must all accept thus without worry. A good write Aftab.
Thanks for your inspiring comment sir.....you too sacrificed a little time to read my poem......thanks again.....i am waiting for more inspirational comment.
Life is a wonder and the road ahead leads us to the end and you explain it so well...regards
death is certain it can never b denied a natural phenomenon who is born has to die. but is it bliss so to the dependent compels to come on street n beg for survival
your second stanza is a great take on death. If only we can look at it that way.
Seeing death from another angle; good thing it can be prepared for.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Another sacrifice indeed. Great write, keep the pen alive