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Death
July 16, 2021
Death is but the soft wind at last,
that leads my tired ship ashore;
True light healing my broken self,
As I slip past the unnoticed door.
The silent sail into a dawn of peace,
Where sweet scent of home rests my heart,
As I awake from life's restless sleep;
Don't think I faded when we part-
In death I've seen brighter colours than black,
And beyond the illusion of life we adorn,
My tired ship has just reached the shore;
I did not die- I have been born.
© Saanvi M., Indore, Other
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This is a poem explores the idea of life being a part of a greater journey and one realizing Truth and finding purpose at death. The poet, Saanvi is a voracious reader and astrophysics and cosmology enthusiast.