In Praise Of Death Poem by Praveen Kumar in Celestial Glow

Death to death, in-between lamp,
Life, light and flame that dithers in wind
That sprouts and ends in stark death;
It's death all round; death, up and down,
Death enwraps, and death unfolds,
Death is goal, and death, origin;
Death is real and death, eternal,
Life, refraction in physical medium;
Life, visible band in the spectrum world,
Life, little bubbles in ocean of death,
Death, invisible; substance of existence;
It dithers not, nor extinguishes,
Death, common bowl where lives gather,
Pours out again lives of different colours;
None penetrates it, nor explains ever
Though it's at left, right, above and below,
It's at source, at end, constant shadow,
No existence exists without the death;
Death is seed; death, god; dark glow,
Death is all levelers, kindest of kind,
That absorbs all to womb and adsorbs all,
And sprouts freshness over and again;
Death is true mother of deep love and care,
Who sends her springs for diversions,
But never forgets to protect, call back;
Aye, all fear death as ultimate fall,
And distance from mother; irony of life;
Love her; obey her, yield to her plans,
Life at her side is peace, a sober joy.