What is death

What is death? What is death? This question keeps ringing inside my head.

Is it a hideous monster or the princess of my dreams?

This question twists my head, keeps me perplexed.

At nights it keeps me awake, and in the day it makes me a daydreamer.

The question has me obsessed, the question makes me mad. Can someone solve this puzzle for me?

Or will I have to wait till my hour of death to know the answer.

The answer eludes me, maybe because it is a two-faced monster. Or is it the God Janus personified?

Is it a sword-wielding monster or is it an angel with the golden key?

The wise man tells me, “Nothing is absolute. And so is it with death.”

“Death in itself is neither a demon, nor an angel.” The form, he says is in the eyes of the beholder.

“O deluded human being, wake up from this slumber. Realize today that soul is but a circle. A circle it is, with its center inside the mortal frame of flesh.”

“Death is neither a friend nor your foe. It does it’s duty as ever before. Death does nothing except shifting this center from one mortal figure to another.”

“So, rise up my sons. Know this today, this frame is but a shroud. Underneath it hides the immortal. All souls are immortal but few are also divine.”

So, tells us the wise man, “Do not be mere human beings, be righteous ones because the souls of the righteous are immortal and divine”.