Death
Why grieve over death
It sheds what is not yours.
Water, air, earth, fire and space.
To let real you – the soul
Exercise its real power.
Why fear death
It liberates you
Without being asked to
From fleshy prison.
Why not love death
It disrobe you of constraints
Put sneakily by crazily loved body.
Cherish it hence.
For death is freedom
The real lover
Lends who the wing
To the stranded soul
To fly beyond zenith
To hug the ocean
It dropped wherefrom.
Copyright © Akshmala Sharma | Year Posted 2017
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