All English Sonnets
“ The death is the panacea for our ills”.
This thought is quoted with a bated breath
By ancient sages. Though it clamour stills,
But who has seen what happens after death.
And who can say that to the next domain,
Are carried not our debts, unpaid bills,
And always with our covering souls remain.
Death changes nothing for it merely kills.
The body. Soul is deathless and unseen,
Are mountains just beyond the towering hills,
Of our present lives. If you glean,
What urged the sages with relentless quills.
To glorify the death, you shall too,
Espy their penchant for pedantic view.