Death- An Inevitable Truth

Death  An Inevitable Truth short poem

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Death will drain,
Life’s every strain.
All things will mend,
After death in the end.

Be it big or small,
Death has its role.
Death is not a notion,
That fears no pill or potion.

Life is a maze,
That will take away every gaze.
Death will drain,
Life’s every strain.

Stay of every man is destined,
There is no question.
Death comes in stages,
Asking for its wages.

Death takes to Heaven or Hell,
Little knowing, death is a well.
Death is very clever,
When it comes, it tells us never.

Be strong and sturdy,
Get ready for this hardy gurdy.
If you prepare for death in life,
Happiness will become strife.

Whether young or old,
Death will be told.
Wake up old man,
Death could be at hand.

None can avoid,
Death leads to void.
Spring, summer or fall,
Death remembers us all.

Why is stealth?
Health yields to death.
Hope death is quick,
When you are very sick.

From pole to pole,
Death has a role.
Towards the end,
Death is a friend

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A PhD in American Literature, Dr Disha Khanna- The Diva! possesses 10 years of hands on experience in the field of teaching at the university level. Dr Khanna, a philosophical, fun loving and adventurous person is the content writer of school and college books. She has to her credit the translation of Hindi novel to English "The World Beyond the Motherland". Dr Khanna is the twice recipient of "The Best Researcher's Award" at LPU in the field of Arts & Languages. Currently, Dr Khanna is working as the Associate Professor at GNA University, and even the supervisor to many research scholars.
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Aloke
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A collection of aphorisms turned into a fine poem.

Randall Smith
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“Death comes in stages, Asking for it’s wages.” That is so deep and I think a whole poem could be written around that thought. I think you forced some of you rhyme. But I enjoyed this very much.

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