Thoughts About Death. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

Death it is a reality
A day of the worldly life ends
The soul flies to its own way
The remaining things are none
Just like an empty cage body lies
The cage is not decayed
But the body, the cage decays
Things are slowly changing
The environment takes its own way
The dear ones, friends, mourns the death
The dear things lost for ever
But not knowing the life is ended
Kings, slaves, moneyed and poor
All are equal before the death
Today we meet tomorrow is not sure
The seconds of changes the life events
Comparing the life before death
How marvelous the conscious life
To see, enjoy, life, life important
Values important, truth is important
After all the conscience is supreme
Death it comes its own way.