Why is death a loss?

                                      The days feel like years
                                 Awaiting salvage of my pieces 
                                       I will go in a moment
                                    But, have to live for years 
                                         Life is a constraint 

                                      Imprisoned or liberated 
                                     But, the cage is a reality 
                                  For, every illusion is a reality
                                     It continues after it ends
                                      Though, not perceptible

                                           We don’t see all
                                    Much is outside our range
                                      Smallest to the biggest
                                   Life and death is not visible
                                      It is only an impression 

                                  Parting day too is an illusion 
                                 I may continue in some form
                                    Not perceptible to others
                                But I love my perceptible form
                                    So, death is a loss to me
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