my poetry deals with the mysteries of life and the ultimate end of our lives |
notes DEATH- calls Immortals. the humans in the Mortals fly into the barren land, earth live in mystery dance in the air of mystery, they often laugh at laugh at their own eyes and ears, another's mistakes closely at their fortune. days fall on and the Drops of rain fallen upright burden of life increases tears were a burden of life. the truth of life comes Truth often comes after a night, only after great pain like a shark after the ship, and like the shark it which brokes the ship into pieces. shatter all our mystery. Peace of life cannot Peace! my Lord, can't make it soon be made sooner. Dealth Death offers them rarely. also cannot bring it White and Red roses mingled sometimes. The pain garland of life thus made. and happiness together make the life. Angels spoke a little, but spoke truth. Mystery and truth mortals act a little, but causes pain. are always together Truth and Pain sailed in same ship. and one who lives in marks them a heavenly fortune. mystery will be awarded with heavenly fortune. Listen, ye dead man listen , as soon as soon you trust them you trust death it binds soon you will be cheated you sooner. your time slowly put your hands is slowly passing, so live hold your roses strongly happily that make you smile a little. death is a stranger Death, often comes as a stranger it will come when it is make all his partners soon least expected. It take take away our roses away our life, like the and smiles, like the rain, clouds disppear after rain wipe out the clouds. the rule of death is Thunders came before lightining. strange. it comes when rules of death is like that. we are least expecting can't say any excuse, it. we have to pay for all only to pay our bill. good and bad things we have done. Our belly is enough tight. our life is full of evils so have to go with him so we have to exercise for a general exercise, more good things and so as to lose our faith. and lead a peaceful life "Come! ye Mortals hereafter in heaven hold me and make thy thus death make us an Immortal", calls Death. Immortal. By Sarosathy. |