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O Death!' .... Where Every End Is New Beginning.

By Arham Sushma Sudarshan Bandekar


The life of every person spent in mutual,

It’s an open area as if you are lost in jungle;

Worried and glad both are bind like spiral,

There are many barriers which forms a puzzle.

Ways are unlimited but the right one always hides like a squirrel,

But have the guts and don’t tremble;

It’s just a fact that there is limit for every vessel,

Let your stress release out like steam of a kettle.

This entire life is owned by you don’t be rental,

Surprise everyone once you get out of a cradle;

As you see horizon is always eternal,

Same as your courage which brings you to the height to shine and twinkle.

Don’t cross the path of legal,

Assume hell is decorated for the ones who make you trouble;

God is with the ones who are always humble.

You know its imperfect to draw a freehand circle,

You go on learning the things as if on a portal; 

At the end you realise entire life is nothing but a cycle.

Emotions engulf you with time and you left what is logical,

You stick to your memories tied with a buckle;

Time motivates you to list down your life memories in a journal,

Give a tagline as ‘life is a reality and not any miracle’.

Stop thinking upon the life which connected the people just for your funeral,

The people will be forever with your pinnacle;

You were actually a scientist who well-performed ‘life’ experiment as practical,

You learnt so many things as the life itself was Natural.

The calculations of all the emotions are brought to the total,

O Death, how will the end of such a beautiful life be horrible?

For the betterment of your soul, it’s actually a green signal. 


By Arham Sushma Sudarshan Bandekar


   


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Arham Bandekar
Arham Bandekar
Dec 18, 2025
Rated 5 out of 5 stars.

Well explained the concept of Death!!

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Syntax Player
Syntax Player
Dec 17, 2025
Rated 5 out of 5 stars.

Nice

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