Death Where Is Your Bitter Sting? Poem by Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)

Very hard to find out the point of its residence but what an individual can do..just condemn the existence of death. That is only the way to bypass such dark giant. Otherwise a beautiful poem regarding the object. Just feel you are within death, life has no other meaning. Death is everywhere in every moment. Life is nothing but a bubble. In Vaishnab poem...one I remember a pada... 'life is like a dropp of water, tottering always on a lotus leaf.' (Kamala Dala Jalo / Jibana talomalo) It exists as it can extinguish any time. So cheer up poet, you are as you are not. Don't give much importance to death. Again I tell your way of representing death depicts your wisdom. Regards, pranab 10+++(if it goes)