Felicitations To Death

The mounting agitation the deafening crescendo the frenzy the furore belies all sane expectation
It is our morbid fascination and obdurate attachment to life that hampers smooth transition
Its but an absolute misconception to dub death as sinister portentous a baleful ill boding imposition
Allay all apprehension foreboding and fears do not feed on abstract baseless incertitude and assumption
Judge it not as annihilation or an obliteration but a mere expiration and earthly liberation
Let there be no terror or error in judgement for it is the very consequence of our existence
From conception a full count of breath and days was the allocation and there was no deception
Valiant are those who tread the path with grace than seek to challenge the laws of creation

When death knocks at our door the Grim Reaper is unwelcome uncalled and an ungainly apparition
Death knows no friend nor foe and age is no bar its blow is universal and persistent with no discrimination
It culls at whim varied are its manifestations and accomplices who hasten to its assistance with
earnest participation
Enshrouded in mystery perplexing contradictions often uneasy uncanny silence it instills fear of termination
The face of mortality is formidable let us not be intimidated or disheartened but acknowledge its position
A mere departure the cessation of vanities and frailties of worldly ties affections and expectation
It is time to toast its imminence with stoic acceptance redeem the debt of life and to its eventual culmination
Acceptance unfolds an enlightened world open to reflection and correction and joyous reconnection

There is victory in death it opens doors afresh so garner courage to shun the offal the petty waste
The perishable perishes the unperishable goes on undiminished unfaded undefiled to a kingdom chaste
There is a blessed hope the Lord calls our father in heaven beckons us to his beloved land his deathless realm
Every beginning must come to an end to breathe life into fresh beginning and imbibe experiences which overwhelm
In the Isles of the Blessed the Elysian plains we find our souls in blissful delight and everlasting peace rings
A wondrous clime with clear crystal streams and luxurious glades where enchanting melodies soothe in perpetual spring
In direct communion and counsel with honoured happy souls life untouched by sorrow and the heart does not wring
Lead me dear lord to the promised lands the heavens amidst sacred spheres to eternal solace under your wings

When the ordinances that govern mankind were challenged Tithonus did pine and languish in perennial age.

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~By: Veena Umesh Sood~
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