The extent of mortality's endless trail
Of humans that are dead ne'er lifeless lies;
Never are dead their values, valiant tales
Of success, their service and sacrifice.
Neither are they whose mortals fall behind
The walls of fame, for life does climb each ascent;
For ever-growing lineage of the humankind,
The souls of all who die are ever present :
Some are embalm'd, some etch'd deep in our heart
And some with beacons in cockpit of brain
Do show us path of wisdom of the past
And with immemorium others do flow in
Our life as blood and breaths - in gleam and gloss
The dead are never dead, but live in us.
- N. P. SAMAL
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