Death Is Sleep Poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Death Is Sleep
The night does not weep
That it is about to die
When the Sun is about to rise,
Unaware of its rebirth though.
In my case I weep
That I am about to die
When the time comes
Despite the faith in rebirth.
Death is a long sleep.
Sleep is a short death.
Memory lives after the sleep
Memory dies after the death
01.04.2007
yeah much to learn from night and morning that die at a wink...as u said neither weeps or mourns...do they hold memories like us humans, i dunno!
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4/24/2024 7:35:53 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Fine quotable lines in this wonderful poem.......thank u Sir.