Delight In Death!
Delight In Death!
I don't know after my death where I will go?
Is there any comfortable stretch?
In this mundane world
I faced huge turbulence and obviously it perturbed
I only crave
After death, I may get a reprieve
I cannot rule out I have faced plenty of nuisance
Can I have absolute bliss to jive with exuberance?
Some may believe at their behest
Their activity only construe their heavenly abode with solace
Even they indoctrinate with a confusing idea to their progeny
There is life after death, sheer obscurantism with a cacophony
They too religiously perform all post death rituals with grand ceremony
They hardly bother
Death too could be celebrated ceremoniously with clatter!
After death, silence too appear as noise
To engulf myriad with grief-stricken voice
They cry for the dead souls
Which perhaps buzzes on their ears to cause humdrum with dramatic roles
We only intrinsically fancied to welcome the past to propound on us
Hymns we chant in an eccentric tone in chorus
Force us to put our feet in their shoes without any choice
What an obscure legacy we fanatically follow
Only to be smeared with no reasons to substantiate, which is sheer hollow!
Life is always in a mystic flow
Where matters continuously change its form and appear with charismatic glow
It bears the beauty and ensure our continuity with gay
It warns us too that we may not forget that "Rome was not built in a day"!
Yet, we hardly can realize
"All roads lead to Rome" is not a legitimate premise
New roads, new mountains, new plateaus are always in the offing
Our life explores with grand rhythm
Plate tectonics play the key role for human civilization
To explore with continuous unwinding process in acceleration
Human civilization always in a trend to evolve in nature's floor
To synthesize its uproar with new dispensation in galore
A fight with distinction human alone dispense against nature
Where natural selection takes back seat
Social selection construe a new domain with different treat
Myriad of upheaval human society experienced
Only to uphold its gravity, not indulging to be swayed
Continually it is the mankind
Not the Machiavellian episode to reign with sheer unkind
It is the humanity which always emerged as champion and prevails
Death is not a swan song, a perpetual obituary to marvel!