Tuesday, December 14, 2010


Untimely death. That’s what people say when you die young. I wonder what is the right time or age for death to cruelly snatch the joy of living. Is it when you are 70 or is it when you are 80 or is it any time when you cross 90? I don’t know. But it is true that death is unfair. It does not distinguish between those worthy and unworthy of living. Some great poet once proclaimed that death is the great leveler. It is so absurd. Don’t you think Death, if it can, should make a distinction between people who deserve to go on living on this earth and those who have lost the merit? If it cannot then why write poems about its leveling qualities. 
A life full of dreams, that spawned admiration and awe and also inspired many that came in touch with it perishes all of a sudden without even giving a moment’s notice. How unjust death is?
To do justice to the injustice of death, the wise living souls have these inadequate words:
Only the actions of the just 
Smell sweet and blossom in their dust. 
[Entire poem here]
How does it matter to the one who is dead? And is it any consolation to the aggreived who probably close eyes hoping to find it as a dream?

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