They face it.

Some conceal it

behind the confident voices and visages,

some bury it

beneath the hoarded papers and social status,

some try to

gild it with good names:

"Future plans"

"Shopping,"

some try to

escape through many ways:

"Party vans"

"Scrolling;"

while very few

face it.

They invite it to a cafe

and conversate,

they marry it everyday

and consummate.

They jump into it

and find the wings flapping since eons,

they open to it

and find the arms extending to horizons,

and the bodies melting into life's ocean.

They touch the sky's infinity,

they taste the life's divinity,

they tease the death's immobility -

because they don't bury, conceal

or try some deal,

they face and unveil it,

because they don't race away,

they face and stay with it.