What’s Life?

a poem by Shah Pravinchandra Kasturchand

My heart has been pumping blood
And I am living because of that;
But today my heart is bleeding;
And am feeling that it is death.

The heart is very much the same;
The colour of the blood is red.
Yesterday it was pumping a life;
Today its bleeding as if dead.

Then tell me who is that living?
Then tell me who is it in death?
Is that pumping sign of the life?
Is that bleeding sign of a death?

Answer simple; not a complicated;
Not heart; you are living or dead.