The Death Poem by Tulsi Shrestha

THE DEATH
The hands that wish to cover the horizon
The ambitions that intend to invade the universe
Alas! These all will dissolve in negation.

The minds that dare to exploit and hurt innocents
The bodies that enjoy to spoil the pride of women's wombs
All these evils will mingle with grey ashes.

The leaders who segregate integrity of nation
The tycoons who earn wealth through illicit game
They will too be burnt in flame of pyre.

The eyes that welled up due atrocities and adultery
The wounds that were scratched by own relatives
The death is there, finally to console them.

What are the usage and worth of ego and selfishness
These are there, just to ensure their own identities.
The death Is there, to penalise or justify all of them.