Life and Death

I wish life were as beautiful as the postcard photos,
And that it had no pangs of birth and pains of death.

I fight a seemingly endless war with my destiny,
That produces no winner but a dead loser.

A tale of surreptitiously incipient fire,
That engulfs and burns down every thing that it owns.

Life is an illusion where I own but nothing,
And still in the bliss of ignorance I am arrogant.

But let me not choose death as my ultimate destination,
For sure, it will come to me even otherwise.