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Oh, I am in love with this world To be more true, with narcissistic ardor I am in love with myself, Though dangerous it is to be addicted to love......death is true but love is eternal, one won't fear death if he is addicted to love. A beautiful poem with lofty theme.10

Winding road! Thanks for sharing.

A very fascinating poem indeed. Yes. We don't want death's icy hands on us as we love life to the hilt. But it is inevitable for any living being and the last para' is the one we all aspire for.Kudos Valsa!

A very fascinating poem indeed. Yes. We don't want death's icy hands on us as we love life to the hilt. But it is inevitable for any living being and the last para' is the one we all aspire for.Kudos Valsa!

A very good one. But if death can be eternity into which one can be blown in like a petal, then there is nothing to be afraid of it. It is a fact that death can't be our experience like a disease or eating of a ripe mango. Yet, alas, we all worry about a virtual non-experience!

All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages. To be in love with the world, is to be in love with the part which you are playing.Ha.... Death has always been the greatest enemy of mankind....regardless of how we see life, the very thought of death scares any living being....whether we are young or old....we may speak bravely that we are not afraid of his icy hands, but within ourselves, we shiver when we hear his name.....O death, when shall thou repent? Well written Prof!

The love of self so magically implanted in us is the biggest wonder of the world. Thoughts is death cross our mind yet never take a strong hold like love of life. Enjoyed the lovely poem Valsa.

Oh, I am in love with this world To be more true, with narcissistic ardor I am in love with myself, Though dangerous it is to be addicted to love It's great Valsa! .................10

Very poignant write indeed.....Valsa.......death is neither a blessing nor a curse, nor a friend nor an enemy, it's a dreamless sleep or terminus at the end of life's journey........amazing write as always....10

Your poem is very touching, it is indeed sad for anyone to think or await the inevitable. Your poem is very reflective: to live to the last and then face the inevitable. Death comes like a thief in the night. No one knows the hour or when it would happen. But we must be prepared to face Him. Thanks for the poem. It made think too.

ultimate Mam.......loved the concludig paragraph...........superb! ! ! such thoughts i feel would cross everybodys mind at least once..........and it does break the thoughts into fragments making it more restless and jittery. A wonderful poem Mam

There are gifts still to be opened........Such an incredible line of being so not ready to depart. Attractive title too. Loved these words. Thank you Valsa

Fantastic lines Valsa.... Oh, I am in love with this world To be more true, with narcissistic ardor I am in love with myself, ............................So much love......Loved it reading. Your words are so positive... Very true said, we often feel the death should come in our sleep and carry away like feather. Beautiful flow of words..Loved it...+++10

Death is a dark reality that hangs in our every day atmosphere. I call it 'dark' since we do not know what happen once we die. There are various philosophies that attempt to unravel this deep mystery though we cannot subscribe to any one of them with any degree of certainty. A profound poem that incorporates a rich kaleidoscope of thoughts and that is what makes this poem a fantastic read.10/10 from me.

That's what everyone wishes for, to be carried away unawares by Death like a feather in sleep...but this unfortunately happens to only a very few...