%% This is a poem: Death, the dark and silent thief Comes in the night, when all is still To take away life, with no relief Leaving behind a lonely chill The victim, unaware of his fate Is not prepared for death's embrace His life is gone, and only too late He realizes his own mistake Death, the great leveler of all Takes away the young and old No one can escape its call And no one can ever be told It's a cruel and ruthless game That no one can ever win Life is short, and death is its aim In the end, we all succumb to its whim Saadi Shirazi's very mysterious & abtract poem about the hard choices than man has to take in order to fulfil a more important mission, the short-term sacrifices he has to endure. For example the pains of heart breaks with a loved one. The irony of life as a whole, nihilistic: %% #poetry #art  Man is a guesthouse, each day a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, Some momentary awareness comes As an unexpected visitor.  Welcome and entertain them all! Even if they are a crowd of sorrows, Who violently sweep your house Empty of its furniture, Still, treat each guest honorably. He may be clearing you out For some new delight. x  The dark thought, the shame, the malice, Meet them at the door laughing, And invite them in.  Be grateful for whoever comes, Because each has been sent As a guide from beyond.