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On Death

by Prajakta Pandit
(Pune, India)

To be dead
To have passed the intermission
To have left behind this meaningless life
to have finally made the transition

Free from this transitory mortal existence
Entering an empty void
Dispelling all obligations
Happy be the man who has died

Free from body, free from mind
Free of this purgatory, brief
Relieved of exuberance
Relieved of grief

But to be taken
And to remain till eternity as well
All souls indiscriminately
Not heaven, nor hell

What is good and what is bad
And what lies ahead
Not a soul can say, with absolute certainty
Unless they are dead.

The faint hear is fearful
And needs to be led to cope
But truth exists without reason
For redemption, one must not hope.


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