We Walk Alone

The night kissed the fading day With a whisper: "I am death, your mother, From me you will get new birth." by Rabindranath Tagore we do not ponder about death until life progresses towards twilight ... we start reflecting on mortality and death. many questions arise, float through our mind -  all religions have different interpretations of where we go... we try to figure out the ultimate truth.  is life only a series of dreams? a dream which ends, and we become part of the cosmos? are those stars glistening in the dark, showering blessings, my loved ones? what is the point of amassing wealth, when we leave, we leave bare-handed.   death can be sublime, death can be painful. we fall in love, we build relationships,  but In Death, we walk alone. wheel of life never stops .. a river reaches the ocean  meandering through plains and valleys.  trees flower, seasons change, leaves fall.  Life's journey ends.   Love exists with its splendour, Compassion, Kindness, Honesty, Dreams … tender Moments linger for infinity, Death fails to erase life’s legacy. February 22, 2022 For "F-form -Free Verse - New- Poetry Contest Theme: Death Sponsor: Constance La France SECOND PLACE Brian Strand Informel Poetry Contest FIRST PLACE