IS it a fear or reconciliation?

IS it a fear or reconciliation?

The moment he is born, one day

Or other, death is imminent.
we all go by this time honoured dictum;

I grow in this  vast world of  beauty,

Nurture and grace, along side poverty

Paucity and growth  and ailing and disease;

fear amidst chaos  and death, life

has its own charm, duty and dullness.

Stars  and sun shine  show their trajectory

to carve  a path of illustrious glow,

we  follow to sing and  suit  our moods,

 stars being realm of my  imagination,

image  and image fixing; our forte;

from this dark pale world of self exile,

you  enter into a  darker zone, come

out of it, rebuilding your fear ridden image;

what do skeletons do, what can our bones,

dry  bones, or bones into burnt ashes do;

 sleep and dream and think in my cottage

until I fly with my wings to a different zone.