By Saket Kashyap
Death, be proud.
When man tired of
The materials seek spirituality;
You take them to
God, the supreme of Supremes.
Death, don’t cry.
People are scared to meet you.
They-embedded in jaggery-
Cannot see their soul in heaven.
Where the best rests.
Death, don’t be shameful.
Sometime your methods are
Hard but that has been
Intended for them.
Death, be proud.
You are the best medicine of all,
You are the final cause
For which everything is done.
I will die tomorrow.
Day after, I won’t be remembered.
You gave me the freedom Free will.
By Saket Kashyap
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