Liberation short poem

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Life binds
Life captivates
Life ensnares,
Life seduces
Few have mettle
To dare!

I too not;
But I love it not
Accept it as God’s plot
From which none
Has an escape
Nor a way of any sort.

Death I love more
It frees one and all
From pains and worries
Frees from shackles
Rich, poor, big or small.

Sooner we are born
Move towards demise
Majority ignores but
Different are the wise.

Death refreshes
Gives new form
Blesses with infancy,
Childhood and youth
Once again
Then why to curse her
That makes us firm.

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I am an educationist and have penned books in Education, Hindi and English literature. My Hindi novel "Shashwat Prem" is acclaimed by Hindi Academy, Delhi. A book of poems in Hindi published by Parvati Prakashan Indore. My books on Education are : Humour in Classroom, Human Resource Development in Education, Shkshan Kshetriya Manav Sansadhan Vikas and Microteaching. These days I am working on Spiritual Education Management Development.
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