That absorbs all to womb and adsoros all, And sprouts freshness over and again;
Death is true mother of deep love and care, Who sends her springs for diversions, But never forgets to protect, call back Aye, all fear death as ultimate fall, And distance from mother; irony of life;
None penetrates it, nor explains ever
Though it’s at left, right, above and below, It’s at source, at end, constant shadow, No existence exists without the death;
Death is seed; death, god; dark glow, Death is all levelers, kindest of kind,