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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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Kishore R R
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