The Immortal Death

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My friend Biswadeep gave me a challenge to write about

something morbid, yet not depressing. What can be a better 
choice than the life of a Phoenix, the one who rises from death.

DG, this post is for you...!

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So delicate and frail was I, My youth had been lost,

Death was round the corner, My soul had been frost.

They call me the Sun's bird, For a five hundred year I live,

I die to live again, My death they never bereave.

Sun, my glorious sun, I sing my song for you,

I was always your bird, Since the world was new.

Weakness turns into strength, As old age into youth,

My red-and gold dazzles, Its time to face the truth.

I am born a thousand times, And a thousand deaths I die,

I rise from my ashes, I spread my wings and fly.

I am the bird of fire, Immortal as forever,

The world is my play ground, Death can touch me never.

I soar up in the sky, My heart devoid of sorrow,

With my new found zeal, I am the angel of tomorrow.

The phoenix is a mythical sacred fire bird, which has a vibrant plumage and a tail of gold-and-scarlet. It has a  500-1000 year life-cycle, after which it ignites itself, burns fiercely and reduces to ashes. A new young phoenix arises from the ashes, reborn anew to live again.