Well, after my grandma died And after reading Emily Dickinson's poems on death in college And experiencing too many dear hearts depart My perception of death changed drastically. Death is a great teacher For it has taught me the truth Living is part of dying and dying is part of living Detachment should be deeper than attachment Life on earth is like a trip to the Moon Learn and experience all you can To become one with Nature! So nothing to worry about For we are here on our soul's journey Simply enjoy the time together And shed the relationship forever Hence be prepared and conquer the fear of death For death is nothing but the movement From one stage to another. Sometimes our body - the residence of our soul Is worn out like a torn shirt And the act of shedding the shirt is called death Our soul like the Hermit crab Grabs another to fit suitably if needed Or otherwise merges with the Supreme! Death is only a passport to the other world It is our friend and not our foe For it helps us to go up the ladder of our soul's life! Poetlatha
@Poetlatha different picturization of death .when we see so many deaths ,fear about death vanishes.we come to a conclusion this is nature.
Thanks AMMA, There were two versions of this poem, I edited and posted it again, I don't know which one you read. I was a bit hesitant to post this but wanted to convey this message that I learnt from life.
Reminded me of @jskls recent Tamil poem abt the dead ones... In these lines, I see a reflection of my own thoughts... Nicely written... Lovely.. Thanks for sharing! :thumbsup