The Grand Finale Poem by Kumar Parashar

Beauty is in the man who succumbs to the inevitable ends.
The beauty of relief and the beauty of the final breath.
The unmatched splendor of the quality of concluding transcends.
Tell me o life! Is there anything more beautiful than death?

Life is a journey of thousand labors and thorn implanted paths
A life is a deceit, sinful and unsatisfied, till the last schlep
A million twisting realities in midst of a thousand wraths.
Tell me, who is happier than a traveller at his last step?

Betrayal, a lesson of life and passions of the sins inside
Relations wear to dust in the aftermath of teachings of life
The lessons hard learnt at the prize of humanity and pride
Tell me o life! If not for death, who is the perfect wife?

Life is a slayer of hopes and dreams you see in time
Mortality is the ultimate failure in a man's eyes
But when the sound of death sings like a chime
Thoughts and effort becomes immortal as a man dies

Death is the ultimate conquest in a life, the destination
It imparts the realization of brotherhood and love
The only journey eternal is the journey to cremation
When you reach the tops of world and will go above

Men think of vain dreams and riches when all will fake
Days and years will pass by, and what you cannot foresee
The gold in safe and your fleshy unreal beauty will humiliate
Then tell me, who better soul mate than where my soul is going to be?

It never deceives and it will be with you always, in the afterworld
Never disappoints, everyone achieves the magnificent absolute breath
There is one for us all, but the camaraderie of death is unparalleled
At the end mortals realize, there is nothing more beautiful than death.