In the end comes the end of a
Who has been a ceaseless engine
Whose brow has envisioned a
Whose mind has reasoned a billion
Which switch off at death as
if all the stars in the heavens have
Man's thousand-mile journey comes
to an end
In a blazing transformation,
A miraculous blend of action
and thought turns to a bundle of flesh,
The corporeal component of life
stands without a spark,
The magic has evaporated forever.
Death is a state of matter,
Whose energy is forever conserved,
Matter changes forms but never
Man may live after death through
Death is a punctuation mark
in a long description.
Beyond our human form,
Our flesh and bones disintegrate
back into elementary particles,
Changing one agglomeration to
Universe is our only religion.
Human flesh and human ideas
Are parallel lines,
Which must coexist but remain
Influencing each other.
This seemingly incomprehensible
Has remained a dagger in the
heart of science, religion and philosophy.
Immortality is not nature's way,
But a fantasy in human mind,
Its power has beckoned many
To transcend the material barrier,
In search of timelessness.
The shadow of death,
Like the transparent sheet of
time hanging over us,
Surrounds us through life.
Its fear triggers a thousand
shields to survive,
Its certainty is the ultimate
relief to some.
Standing on earth, man has pierced
deep in universe,
To find connection with it,
Man's immortal work is ideas,
Which nature may not perish.
Human life is a dizzying splendor
Perhaps the supreme act of nature,
Death does end it in physical
But does not diminish its conceptual
Its grandeur passes from generation