Life and Death

I often find myself amused,

Whenever I am recluse—

Thinking about the fire that starts,

The soul which departs;

And the ashes that wither from a death bed— 

Whenever I am bored,

I choose to explore!

And could not stop thinking about : 

Life and Death.

Where does the little fragment goes?

Does their exist something like entities and ghost?

Curiously I ponder,

Is there any secret realm hidden?

Which has been forever forbidden?

Oh, I Wonder!

We learn little by little

As we grow,

We earn more and more,

But sometimes we forget what

we have known.

Maybe that's what happen when the lesson was being taught by the god,

about life and death.

If someone is gone, 

they're gone for good.

Why any regret?

There are many secrets deep hidden,

In this shining Pearl

Is there really a thing like death?

Or just like Wise Seattle said:

“There is no death, only a change of worlds.”