Man has survived the quakes of angry earth,
Giant tsunamis and floods every age,
Red hot eruptions ‘pon her greenest girth,
And tilts of Poles, and ice ages in rage,
Every doom's day prophecy and death-wish,
Yet lived long years caught in jaws of such death,
Kept getting born and ageing in anguish,
Oh paying dear for his undying faith—
Man mortal in immortal Petri dish,
A deathless soul in dying body bed,
That each passing heart beat he's further dead,
But it is death that life immortal is.
Death, so that soul can a new garment don,
Death's a device that life can carry on.
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Sonnets | 07.11.11 |
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