Life walks uneven \u2014
a road carved by chance and choice,
where some dine on gold,
and others on dust.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But Death \u2014
ah, Death is the quiet evening
that forgets no name,
that knocks on every door
without fear or favor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It does not ask Perhaps it is kinder \u2014 The crown and the beggar So fear not the dark \u2014 In the end, Death stands where Life divides \u2014 reminding all are equal once more.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n <\/p>\n\n\n\n <\/p>\n\n\n\n <\/p>\n\n\n\n This poem was meant to be the very first piece in my book. Until then, I want to share this poem here as a first glimpse into the kind of writing you\u2019ll find throughout the book.<\/p>\n\n\n\n This piece reflects the spirit of the collection \u2014 honest, reflective, and rooted in lived experience. It is not written to impress, but to remember. If it resonates, then the book has already begun doing its work.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thank you for reading, and for allowing words the grace to be revised \u2014 much like life itself.<\/p>\n\n\n\n This work is copyright \u00a9 to Shivanshu Pande 2025.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Link to book<\/p>\n\n\n\n
if you were kind or cruel,
rich or broken,
it simply opens its palm
and says, \u201cCome, rest.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n
not because it spares,
but because it ends
what life could never balance.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
share one silence,
the fire and the ash
become one color.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
for even the stars
burn out in peace.<\/p>\n\n\n\nA Note to the Reader<\/h3>\n\n\n\n
Unfortunately, due to a printing error, it appeared incorrectly in the published copy. The necessary corrections are currently in process and will be updated soon.<\/p>\n\n\n\n