The poem below depicts some emotions regarding death; one of the certainty in life, whoever you are, and however you have lived your life. Sometimes the perception matters, looking at things from an altogether new perspective might just change the fear associated with it, might just bring a new light to the thought of it. If we look at it closely, death is ever close to us. It is just that we do not know of it, or rather choose not to acknowledge the fact.
I am your confidant forever in pain and pleasure,
Your friend ever; unseen and deserted,
Yet armouring you every moment,
Watching your steps quietly.
I walk benign with you everywhere,
Fear me not, take my hand as your beloved,
I will row you to the stream of peace,
Drink there a cup full of what I offer,
and sleep at peace by the rock besides.
We need to see the other side of it and not fear it. That would open a new dimension for us. We would be mindful and shy away from all the negative stuff and take nothing as granted. Yes, Life would be different and beautiful.
“Whoever is born, to him or her death is certain; to the dead, birth also is certain; it is not, therefore, fit for you to mourn for this unavoidable fact.” – 2.27Bhagavad Gita -2.27
©Debanjalee Sen, 2020
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