What can death do to thee?
Thou, who’s enlightened at this little age,
And approach it with a glee,
After such blessed souls death hast a futile chase.
For, people like thou only play with it,
Lay it worthless by fearing it not,
Only by people like thou it gets hit,
Immortal flowers, while, never get shot.
O thou, who makest time meaningless
By living infinitely in its every unit!
Instant any can’t complain chancelessness,
Endless is thy journey without limit!
If a single instant can claim immortality,
And goodness pride in its agelessness,
Then thou but do them a duty,
Take them so far without any shiftiness.
Souls like thou are creator’s manifestations,–
Harmony-fairy with its lullaby,
And a soothing voice to hurried steps to destinations,
How can we separate God from its baby?
Happily go, O angel, to that finest
Destination amidst heavens,
For the death will always fail in its quest,
As thou personify His sermons.
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