Life And Death Poem by Asma Zenjali
Life And Death
What is life? And what is death?
Two words we used to hear and deal with
They are the contradiction of each other
Both can happen to anyone,
Son, sister or brother
Life refer to a new story with new names
And death end everything
Like a whashed dust when it rains
Then what is the purpose of living,
If we are going to die?
Leaving what we started without an end
Just tell me why?
For a while they seem so suitable
As an engagement to move us
To somewhere indescribable
When dark come after light
And silence after noise
Only you! ! No family, no friends or boys
Do we live so long to die?
Or we die to live a big lie?
Were we real or just actors?
Anything can impact us,
Were it simple or strong factors
What do the words life and death mean anyway
questions come to my mind,
When i see a man in his coffin lay.
When dark come after light And silence after noise Only you! ! No family, no friends or boys Do we live so long to die? Or we die to live a big lie? A potent and strong mix of ruminations... an age old dilemma that has wreaked havoc with the sages' minds. We hear of so many “wise men” through the ages giving up their comfortable life and casting themselves into the roiling milieu of the world, clothes tattered and muddied soma… or some remote hermitic retreat….to search for the elusive final truths….! They did not find them…..there are none….There are no certain answers … but the certainty and finality of deathhhhh...! ! ! In this rather harsh and elusive search for the distant blue lights, that writhe and roil to cast down fate….! We puny humans… have no choice but…. to take a measured step back….reflect on faith and the revealed truths of theology. I liked your poem, its different its nice… :)
Nice poem to attract us thinking of the purpose of our life. In my opinion I don't believe of the state od death. I believe that this life is just an opportunity to apply our good believes in a good way to live after our death the real life in limitless Thank you Asmaa I'm pride of you. You choose your subject in deeply ideas. See soon your other newest poem.
As beautiful as your previous ones. You have keen eyes to observe life and death. You have made us brood over it. Keep it up.
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No conclusions. Nothing spiritual. As you Zaid you did not go and you did not come.