power to perish...?

Death, the inevitable call,
Awaits at everyone's door,
Neither the bold, nor the mighty,
No one can escape the surrender.

Even a few minutes at a war memorial,
Can make mighty hearts shudder with fear,
In mute silence, we conquer desire, be genial,
And be one with them, that are now not here.

I realize now,
Tithonus did lament,
Saddened by fading charm,
Crippled by old age, and being
Consumed by cruel immortality.
Also cipher that immortality,
Bestowed upon him by Eos,
Was condemned, for she
Neglected to grant him,
Immortal Youth.

Tithonus only wished to be
Restored to ground and be laid,
And thought, "happy are they,
Who have the power to die".

To possess the power to perish,
Is not easy for the lesser mortals;
It's indeed easier to blossom, flourish,
And wither away, to reach the portals

Of The Eternal Paradise!

Mother Nature...My Redeemer!

I sense an upwelling of a silent crush,
Amazed by the serenity of Mother Nature,
While on this way, from whence gush
The many bounties which my eyes capture,
The swift streams running by,
The several birds chirping nigh,
The clouds hovering all around us,
The boughs are still, making no fuss.

The blossom, the downpour, the landscape
Of the winter is indeed calling me to escape,
In sheer adoration of grandeur, my heart's desires
Are muted to utter silence, my pupil now conspires
In dazed awe and celebration, to witness her as -
The bearer, the mower and the sustainer,
Certainly, She's The Mother Nature!

I am one with Her now, therefore,
Do feel most pure like never before,
Guiltless and want nothing more;
And this peace surpasseth all my understanding,
My self is now free to accept any new learning,
All fears and inhibitions I leave behind,
Boundless joy and mirth fills my mind,
For She re-affirms my Faith in Him,
Yes, in my Lord!