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Life and Death

The ephemerality of life shines
as he dines
through galores of food,
but alone in wood.

He has to accept
the burning fact
for which he is born,
laid on the path of thorn.

Can’t just see the one,
and rest none.
Have to act now or it’s never,
before the rising fever

Stands as monster, tall
before the fall
into the dark slumber…
Count the death number!

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Born as a child of human... nourished intellect enough to juggle with words to create few copyright statements (though inspired :P)

9 thoughts on “Life and Death

  1. reminded me of ravan. standing tall like a monster- very thought provoking term.

    thank god that you found my blog 🙂

    peace and happiness.

  2. “He has to accept
    the burning fact
    for which he is born,”

    So we’re born to live, and or but for some people, to die.

    And, a reality, But, fear of that reality.

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