"Now death has no age, nor time to define, It whispers in shadows, yet dances in light. From infants' first breaths to the aged decline, It weaves through existence, both day and night. In laughter and sorrow, in joy and in pain, Death moves with a grace both tender and cold. It touches the young, the robust, the slain, The stories of lives in silence are told. No longer confined to a number or years, It travels through moments, both fleeting and vast. In the eyes of the young, it mingles with fears, In the hearts of the old, it dwells in the past. Yet in this embrace, a truth is unfurled, That life’s fleeting beauty is in its brief stay. For now, death has no age, no single world, It binds us together, then carries away. ©भावना और एहसास Bhavna aur ehsaas "