Once, Life and Death,
Spoke to one another-
Death complaining about
The tricks of the other.
Death said that people feared him
And loved Life most of all.
Although Life would treacherously leave
And then Death would embrace all.
He felt that life ought not
Claim all of the praise-
But leave some for death too
As, unfortunately, wasn’t the case.
Life just smiled and said-
Her words soft and shy-
“You are the bitter truth,
And I’m the beautiful lie”
And, Oh! So true are her words,
Her words so full of wisdom-
People believe in this life, a lie,
Thinking – “Death is yet to come”
But none of us control
The inexorable Wheel of Fate;
Death WILL come like a hungry predator-
For that’s its duty, not out of hate.
So be detached from the cunning
Controversies and traps of life;
Be at peace with your soul
And armed for the game called Life.