Death

Death is cruel,
Death is unforgiving,
It will come for you one day,
No matter how you are living.

Young or old,
Humble or bold,
To Death,
You are just, to be claimed, a soul.

To your front,
To your back,
To you left,
To your right,
Maybe up,
Maybe down,
Death will stalk you all around.

Be it love,
Be it hate,
“I am inevitable”,
Death dictates,
It will pounce,
It will wait,
Uncertain is this stark part of fate.

What has come,
Has to go,
Everything one day dies,
Quick or slow.

Call it a blessing,
Or a cruel jape,
It is a part of life
That you can never escape.

Without death, there is no new life,
It ends one way or another,
End with age or with the edge of a knife.

It is the eternal truth,
That won't die,
Dumb and deaf,
It hears no truth nor a lie,

Blind to the things
Of the mortal realm,
We all die the same,
May we stay hush or may we scream.

Devoid of any sense,
It simply exists,
Making sure one day,
Things cease to exist.

Death is empty,
Death is whole,
A paradox to the end,
Perplexes your soul.

Joy or woe,
It does not care to know,
One day you had come,
One day, you have to go.

-Aniket N. Prabhu
2/11/2019