losing mortality
May 8, 2008 § 6 Comments
oneday suddenly everyone will cry,
without words to match,we will die.
that day before death,
we all will reflect,
what we did,
in the life we were given,
what we did,
with the power of living.
at the hands of death,
where physical amortization
takes place,where our dirt
of manners becomes innuendo,
we all will think of what we did.
but as we live,
every second we give,
every second,
we save,we kill.
in all we try to fill
yet never listen to silence.
when we listen,
we learn,
we yearn,
we earn,
we beckon,
we understand,
and death becomes
a mere transition.
mortality is lost,
when sense of reality is found.
the light shines the brightest 
I like the tight control you have over this poem. Every word pours into the next. I think the rhyme is abit weak in the second stanza though.
Understanding mortality is in silence.
“Mortality is lost,
when sense of reality is found.”
– I like that…
@makenaringera: i understand what you said…i didn’t concentrate on the rhyme…i just wrote whatever came to me…
@jeevan: 🙂
@paul 🙂