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Parties-frocks- laughs and giggles on birthdays, what about Deathdays? Red-yellow-blue- green gowns on birthdays, Black cloaks and umbrellas at funerals; Not even a proper colour, just a darkened shade... From the cot, the cry of joy is heard, but no voice came out from the coffin. The cheeks of the new born so warm; Just cold lips left of the dead body. Pureness of birth has faded at death, just ashes and tear drops in sight. Why laugh at birth, instead of weep of death? What's the difference? For birth of death itself is Birth ... For Death is just a another Birth ...
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Oct 1, 2025
Oct 1, 2025 at 12:09 PM UTC
Birth & Death
Parties-frocks- laughs and giggles on birthdays, what about Deathdays? Red-yellow-blue- green gowns on birthdays, Black cloaks and umbrellas at funerals; Not even a proper colour, just a darkened shade... From the cot, the cry of joy is heard, but no voice came out from the coffin. The cheeks of the new born so warm; Just cold lips left of the dead body. Pureness of birth has faded at death, just ashes and tear drops in sight. Why laugh at birth, instead of weep of death? What's the difference? For birth of death itself is Birth ... For Death is just a another Birth ...
Life is impermanent. What is born, always ends with death. Just, think for a while...
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Oct 1, 2025
Oct 1, 2025 at 12:09 PM UTC
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