Death is beautiful, life is not.
Yet we search for beauty in life.
Death is certain, life is not.
Yet we crib for certainty, all our life.
Death brings peace, life doesn’t.
Yet we hope for peace in life.
Death ends pain, life hardly does it.
Yet we all crave for a longer life.
Death will always embrace us, life may not.
Yet we hope that death is a window for another life.
Such is life. Full of strife.