death...the inevitable...

somebody dies,
he/she dies, who cares.
when it comes to me, it matters.

dear death the inevitable,
people are afraid of you, at least most of them
yet they think they will never die
and others die, not me,
i die later, you die now; people think.

i ponder over my death at times.
its called meditation.
the momentariness of life
a flash in the pan, that is life.

then why the competition,
why the unending passions,
why the hatred, and violence,
why the borders and narrowmindedness...!
for you and i die, no exeption what so ever.