Who thinks life is a pleasure knows not death,
That one obsess'd with comfort wastes delight
Of death which life that's pledg'd to work does 'queath -
Like labour of the day makes up the night.
Life is the life of action sans ego
And dedicated in the name of God
As with my lustfree spirit's workful brow,
I can imagine death's deathless abode
That death's the extended sleep I sleep each day -
The state of rest in perpetuity;
My body lying all 'cross the earth and sky
And head in Heavenly lap of Almighty;
For my exhausted life, there lies ahead
Infinite peace in the Creator's Bed.
-- N P SAMAL
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