Death Comes To Call Every Day Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

Death Comes To Call Every Day



Thinking of death when sleep half possest me,
I saw a daunting figure, still benign.
Hello, end of all life, Death's how I sign,
I wonder if you care to come with me.

I'm not so sure nor would I ever know,
For, body dies a bit each single day,
Not easy ‘tis to know the time to go,
You scarce come to take every cell this way.

No, I need not come, bodies to deport,
I come when soul is ready to depart,
Sure, come only then my soul to escort,
I doubt if every cell has soul apart.

Death comes to call each single day of life,
I wonder why body-death be such strife!
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A dialogue between a dreaming soul and Death, Indic belief is: on death Yama, Lord of Death, comes to escort the soul.
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Sonnets | 07.09.07 |

Friday, December 27, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: death
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Aniruddha Pathak

Aniruddha Pathak

Godhra - Gujarat
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