The colors of death

I always thought that death

Has a dramatic look of black and white

That helps us morph into

A new form of human race

After we are buried and cremated

Following the natural law of impermanence.


I have known life as a beautiful

Encyclopaedia of philosophical truths,

Insights and the beauties of feelings.

Wonder-struck by Nature’s charismatic charms,

My looks compounded by my smiles,

I have always waited for death

With patience pure, stripped of my ego

And the pride of possessions.


some days of my life were spent in rapture,

Some in capture, some in rupture,

Yet, all had a semblance of my adolescence,

Its buoyancy, its transparency and its fluency.

My energy field kept changing constantly

Harmonizing and aligning with new frequencies.


Seasoned expert of my own authentic life,

I fear not death, not for a single moment.

I have my own theories of all categories

And I know when death comes,

It comes not in the colors of black and white

But in the colors of the rainbow,

An arch, a portal to a world new

Where love reigns.


Pramila Khadun

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About pramilakhadun

I am the holder of a Bsc degree in Food and Nutrition from S.N.D.T University,Pune,India.Have taught this subject in a private institution for almost thirty-five years.Currently, I am retired and travel alot with my husband Raj, daughters Dr Rajnee and Priyum and son Airline Captain.Had my first book of poetry published by Minerva press, London and other two in Mauritius.More coming soon.I love poetry and enjoy reading poems of poets across the world and I feel Destiny Poets is the right place for me.

8 thoughts on “The colors of death

  1. pramila khadun

    Thanks my dear friend Louis for this beautiful comment, I’m happy you understood the very essence of the poem, otherwise, I would have felt so isolated.Thanks once again.

  2. ramesh rai

    May I imagine that moment to be the best moment of life because soul prepares to meet with super soul as a lover seeks embracement with her beloved. The instant poem reveals the fact that death is not end of life but beginning of new life. Here death can’t be termed as suicide or hurting others rather discharging all meaningful duty assigned for this world and entire creation.


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