When Death Whispers

When death whispers

The Flowers of fame

Get dried;

The smell of wealth becomes

Noxious;

The song of our aspirations is

Given a new tune;

The wings of pride are

Broken;

The value of life is

Probed;

The moment of the now is

Forgotten;

The concept of love is

Rewired;

The foundation of our faith is

Shaken:

When death whispers.

This poem was written by me many years ago and was featured on medium with this access: https://medium.com/@mikhailikpoma/when-death-whispers-e0aeb715796f

When last did you think about death? Do you know death has its own value just like birth? It is a relative reality which all created beings have to face someday. Some feels death is a transition, others call it a translation and the great majority consider it a mystery. When it comes, both the dead and the living, realize the futility of earthly life and quests. But does death stops us from living this earthly life? No, it only teaches us to live a life of worthiness or value or service. Did this poem made any meaning to you after reading it? Life is a journey with birth as its entry point and death, its exit point. Your comments are welcome.