Tara Chettur - Death

Nothing remains constant in this world,
one has to go one day,
far far beyond every height,
the stench of death will take away every one,
the fragrance of life is not constant,
still we live with lots of desires,
a quest is within everyone to reach the ultimate,
Is that ultimate is death, i guess?


A child grows to see the bitter truth of the world,
to see bomb blast, to know terrorist in this modern world,
when she is young she feels
she has been called by the world
to make her own identity,
But what if in the midway the play strucks
Is that ultimate is death, i guess?

The world will move, the people will live,
the desire will exist, it will surely increase,
Death though reality is the entropy in nature,
The enthalpy of life is still predominant.

Live life in full fledged way so that you don't have any regrets,
In the first half, in the middle,
after interval and throughout the play,
never let zealot in you stops to do, whatever you wish,

so the ultimate can't be death,
but it is when the enthalpy in you doesn't exist i guess!

Tara Chettur

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