Death

Arjun 1993 (Delhi)



The dead body lay on the funeral pyre
Just waiting to be burned up in fire
It was the relatives who were crying
For the person in his life had never stopped trying
It is the moment of truth we all have to face
It doesn't matter if we are happy or in grimace
Death is the inevitability for all
The one who rises has always to fall
This is the dualism of life
No one can escape from it no matter how much we indulge in strife
We have only a limited amount of time on this Earth
For there are billions of lives of which there is no dearth
Everybody meets the same fate
It doesn't matter whom or how much we hate
So we must utilise our time well
For we don't know when or who will ring our bell
We must enjoy every moment as if we are about to die in the very next
For life can be truly enjoyed only on one pretext
We must appreciate that any moment can be our last
As time is ticking out of our hands very fast
Once we realise this eventuality
We will be able to look through the reality
For time belongs to no one
Today it might be mine, tomorrow it might be of someone
This is the truth of the funeral pyre
We take birth only to be one day burned up in fire.

About this poem

This poem is about the dichotomy of our existence and the reality we all have to face i.e. death. It is about how we can live our lives to the fullest by only by realising it's true nature of being uncertain.

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Written on October 22, 2022

Submitted by arjun01128 on October 22, 2022

Modified on March 05, 2023

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Scheme AABBCDEEFFGGHHIIJJKKLLMMAA
Closest metre Iambic hexameter
Characters 1,159
Words 242
Stanzas 1
Stanza Lengths 26

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