I meet my death
Not when my body is on funeral pyre
I meet my death
When I lose my zest and fire
I meet my death
Not when I turn into ashes, buried and cremated
But when I look behind, wailing minds
And cannot stand up for my rights
I meet my death
Not when my mortal curtains are drawn
But when the distant eyes cannot see the dawn
I meet my death
Not when I take leave and bid adieu
But when I am being mournful and tangled up in blue
Death is not sans body, mind and heart
Death is sans life, soul, conscience and
I fall apart.
I find , ” Death ” to be a very incisive and insightful work which deals with existential questions and the narrator’s personal responses to them , (in lines such as , “Death is not..” for instance,) in a style that engages readily with the reader .
Thanks Louis, for your words of encouragement!
All the lines are pregnant with meaning !
Thanks Lokesh, you said it all !