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Written 30  May 2025 for Point of no Return Poetry Contest Sponsored by Michael Neumann

Death is a Point of No Return

"Point of no Return"
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                                      Death is a "Point of no Return"

                           Labouring with his flagging wings to fly,
                          Like lame lark he soars above cotton clouds
                         During the day and night to reach the sky
                            As with invisible wings he`s endowed;

                             It`s his soul quitting his bodily frame
                            That lying abed for some woeful weeks
                      With sustained stretch of stinging pains aflame
                            Now to part away is yearning to seek;

                          Afflicted to very core with heart ailment
                          Rescue has reached a point of no return,
                            With his closest of kin torn with lament
                         And his spouse expressing deepest concern;

                               Half alive half dead, gazing at he sky
                                  He appears living in another world,
                           Silent and speechless with no sigh, his eyes
                        Dipped in some distant dreams are nearly curled.

                             Death is implacable and knows no bound,
                               When knells for us our final divine bell
                          Like yellow autumn leaves we kiss the ground
                                 And to smoothen its will no tale to tell.

                             Simple folks or monarchs, vassals or lords
                           At their journeys` end kneel before its shrine
                                   And to cajole it just cannot afford
                              Nor to sidestep its smashing sizzling shine

                                   Death, indeed, is a point of no return
                               It respects neither caste nor creed nor rank
                                     And allows not to make any U- turn
                                   Nor does it permit any playful pranks.
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Rodrigues Avatar
May 31, 2025 at 5:24 AM
Our health, a funny thing. Some that seem like they will live long, die in their sleep. Some linger for a long time, even with chronic problems. Some, we know are on the edge of death. We think more about as we get to those senior year; almost 65 here (Oct). Great poem!!
Rodrigues Avatar
June 1, 2025 at 5:05 AM
You are never a bother, dear one! May God bless your Sunday with the rest that gives you inertia for the coming week.
Guptar Avatar
May 31, 2025 at 11:52 AM
I hope I am not bothering you with nonentities. Wishing you a blessed weekend filled with light of divine truth
Guptar Avatar
May 31, 2025 at 11:51 AM
Thanks a lot poet friend for appreciating the above poem. When the bell will knell for a person is already inscribed in the great Divine Book, but is unknown to us. And when we leave, nothing we will take with us, but our good deeds. Pride and vanities are vain and for a day. Our "karma" will determine our next life.....
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