“The Portal of Demise”
All streets of life I’ve traveled,
Now, to that portal of demise,
To mystery land by paths felt,
Not a risky way, it’s so precise.
All mortals must taste death,
Some cease so early or lately,
Most pass holding some faith,
Some die with urges, or barely.
All scenes pass as we saunter,
We pass as to portal we reach,
It seizes us like a fierce hunter,
Whether you are so poor or rich.
All noises become symphonies,
Things awful seem so beautiful,
If vitality flows, nothing worries,
The witness sees life wonderful.
From Creative World-Aishik – Poems of Melody