MAN IS NOT OLD ENOUGH TO DIE

Man is said to be old enough
And so gets to be deceased 
Though never get diseased
Yet bound to get frozen
 Man never gets old
For this world always holds things
Quite gorgeous to unravel to him
That look to be quite novel
And man on the verge of death
Takes all these in surprise
As if he never experienced these
And craves more to see
How tragic the life moves on
Only the fads are varied
While one wishes to die
Life gets drawn distant
But who wishes to live 
Snuggles and screams
Life outlives him
This temporal world runs fast
But certain vacuum or the void
Never gets replaced by ...........
Suffocation tinged nostalgia
In a nook pulsates in the heart
And heaves what is lost forever
 No tears wash out the sore
Nothing can efface the face
Saved in the hard disk of heart 
When one gets left the half way 
And other goes ahead the way
The left one languishes 
For the half one gone
That is two "I"s makes a we
Yet one of we goes away
And the half we stands and wait 
the way awaying beyond the world
Is the last truth that we face 
To regret  upon the actions performed
You are sad secluded quarantined 
Dying some millions of death
While puffing ruing at gloom 
No matter birds are still chirping
Flowers shine in tender bloom 
Butterflies serenade here and there
And serene is the world with dances
Songs and kisses and cups of wine
Again go and celebrate another valentine 
S.P.SINGH
 DAV