Death is night

Death is the door to heaven.
Death unlocks the fetters of life.
It unbars the jail of life.
Yet no one wants to face the death.

Pre death is held more precious
Than the unknown post death in wait.
Nights aren’t dearer but sure to come.
So we must make bed for the night.
09.03.2009

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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