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Death and Life

Jan 9, 2025
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Updated: Jul 14, 2025

By Shivam Kumar


What could be said of life

death is whose passionate wife

who actually is life of life.

 And we are the one enjoying the life

must at last embrace the wife.


Death is nothing to those

who crave not for rose.

It never goes with the prose

when you live for the rose.


Life is a flower,

whose fruit is death.

He is wiser,

who understands its depth.


You are to choose which is best

but after one, comes the next.

One who knows the value of the flower

shall always have a fragrance shower

of joy and love with lovely hours.


By Shivam Kumar





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