Let Me Think of Death

Let me think of death; who thinks of it much? Who loves to lie beneath the earth in mute? Yet, in death there is no true pain as such, Though dying pulls one's pulse out so acute...! I like to die in absolute delight, Like a sage renounced all his attachments; Experiencing within the twilight, That's born of purest mundane detachments...! As I was talking to mountains and hills, Running around landscapes and craggy cliffs; Or as in my mother's womb with all thrills, Abyss of the chasm, will grand greatest gifts...! Isn't death, after all, actual rebirth? Destruction only brings in angst and fear; When we relish the streams of divine mirth, Will slayer of body and soul come near...? 12 July 2022