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Death Be Proud

Jan 6, 2025
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Updated: Jul 11, 2025

By Saket Kashyap


Death, be proud.

When man tired of

The materials seek spirituality;

You take them to

God, the supreme of Supremes.


Death, don’t cry.

People are scared to meet you.

They-embedded in jaggery-

Cannot see their soul in heaven.

Where the best rests.


Death, don’t be shameful.

Sometime your methods are

Hard but that has been

Intended for them.


Death, be proud.

You are the best medicine of all,

You are the final cause

For which everything is done.

I will die tomorrow.

Day after, I won’t be remembered.

You gave me the freedom Free will.


By Saket Kashyap



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