On Death

Today I want to touch The most mysterious and relentless About the inevitable truth of man I mean about death. Does death mean the end or Does it merely open another life You may say what I say To you is absurd and phony I question you but why? When you can wish Wish of becoming a president or Wish of getting a first rank or Wish to see Sachin's ton ton Or many and many other wishes Which you may or may not attain. Then how can you neglect A truth which is 'The Certain' The things which you wish Are the uncertainties of life The only certainty is in death. A death which is so true But still we fear of it. Death is an art And a man who acknowledges this Is the one who lives in true sense See the death before you live And live before you leave Because death is a chance.