Death: Fiction Or Reality

Death: Fiction Or Reality short poem

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Is it fiction or reality?
Called the end of life or is birth’s wife.

Death, is a dreadful reality,
But, why don’t we accept it wisely.
For fiction, it is the easiest way to frighten,
But about death, it does not make us enlighten.

Some say it is the end.
While for some, to a new body your soul is send.
To some, death pushes us towards oblivion.
For others, it guides us to the light from where the new journey begins.

No one lives forever,
Become death’s guest however.
It makes no difference to death,
That people hate to take their last breath

If I know all this, shouldn’t I accept death being brave enough?
But, I am not sure why I hate death.
Probably, like everybody else, I am also afraid to take my last breath.

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