Death is our home

Death is our home

A Poem by Pragya Vishnoi

Death is our home
Free from pretence
Free from hopes and expectations.
It does not judge us by our looks or status,
neither by our wits not by our talents;
It simply accepts us not even asking 
Who we are or Where we're from.

Living death is like roaming in the tranquil space,
faraway from the false and imitated moonlight
reflected by mirage of the world.
Death is a home
free from all cunning manipulations;
it's so simple -with a flow of its own.
It never leaves us,
never ever forgets us-
like a good old friend-
even in the face of adversity.
Death is beautiful-
it has its own unique charm.
It is so pure-
untouched by any worldly pollutant;
and above all:
It is the place where we can return after
the long tiring journey of practical life,
and sleep peacefully in its cozy bed,saying
"DEATH IS OUR HOME"

© 2015 Pragya Vishnoi


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Death is the ultimate truth..... only thing that is certain...it will come...."It never leaves us...never ever forgets us....like a good old friend"......good one.....

Posted 9 Years Ago



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Pragya Vishnoi
Pragya Vishnoi

Kanpur, Uttar Pradesh, India



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