When the heart stops throbbing,
When the body becomes frail,
When the kin start sobbing,
And blows the saddening gale;
Then man has to face;
Face the face; the life’s horrible face.
No soul, no feeling, no breath.
The ultimate truth of life is death.
When one dies, he becomes history.
His soul departs leaving behind;
A futile carcass, an empty mind.
And death remains an unsolved mystery.
Swapan Deep Singh
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-truth-of-life/
