What is life? And what is death?
Two words we used to hear and deal with
They are the contradiction of each other
Both can happen to anyone,
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When dark come after light And silence after noise Only you! ! No family, no friends or boys Do we live so long to die? Or we die to live a big lie? A potent and strong mix of ruminations... an age old dilemma that has wreaked havoc with the sages' minds. We hear of so many “wise men” through the ages giving up their comfortable life and casting themselves into the roiling milieu of the world, clothes tattered and muddied soma… or some remote hermitic retreat….to search for the elusive final truths….! They did not find them…..there are none….There are no certain answers … but the certainty and finality of deathhhhh...! ! ! In this rather harsh and elusive search for the distant blue lights, that writhe and roil to cast down fate….! We puny humans… have no choice but…. to take a measured step back….reflect on faith and the revealed truths of theology. I liked your poem, its different its nice… :)
Nice poem to attract us thinking of the purpose of our life. In my opinion I don't believe of the state od death. I believe that this life is just an opportunity to apply our good believes in a good way to live after our death the real life in limitless Thank you Asmaa I'm pride of you. You choose your subject in deeply ideas. See soon your other newest poem.
As beautiful as your previous ones. You have keen eyes to observe life and death. You have made us brood over it. Keep it up.
No conclusions. Nothing spiritual. As you Zaid you did not go and you did not come.