Death

This being my first poem has a very special place in my heart

Death is not substantial.

Death has no form.

Death is only a state, a stage;

the spirit moves from one stage to the other.

The other being life

Alone binding with none other

Life to death, death to life

the routine does not alter

only the form, colour, texture do alter.

Still the routine does not alter;

the spirit moves from one stage to the other.

Then O! spirit why be afraid of Death?

when it is only a stage, a stage of rest!.

Do go venture the other

And when this viscous circle does end

then U shall find none other

But HIM.

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