Our poems are about our deaths

We say death be not proud to make it die.
Actually we are dying many times cowards.
So we are sooner dead than alive,in stone
Where we have perpetual date with sleep.

Since all of us have to die sooner or later,
We may as well make a poem from death
And indeed most poems are about death.
Death is such a fine silky- smooth poem.

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