Journey Of Death. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

Death not an end itself
The journey of life it seems
The nice feeling of journeys
Death always an end of actions
The life and experience matters.

Not the longevity of life
Not the wealth it created
Not the fame it acclaimed
The deeds and goodwill shines.

Death the natural death
Agony and ailing the body
Still the mind tries to achieve
The infinite journey of happiness.

Death ever we welcome with pride
You are the destiny maker of world
The wonder of the life itself
Death you gets your own domain
In life of the entire universe.