Death is sleep

The night does not weep
That it is about to die
When the Sun is about to rise,
Unaware of its rebirth though.

In my case I weep
That I am about to die
When the time comes
Despite the faith in rebirth.

Death is a long sleep.
Sleep is a short death.
Memory lives after the sleep
Memory dies after the death
01.04.2007

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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