Death Is Not In A Good Mood Poem by SRIRANJI ARATISANKAR

Death is not in a good mood;

Almost everybody blames him,
To him it is a matter of regret.

None finds any positivity in him.
None spends a single panegyric in his favour;
Everybody is benumbed with fear
as if he is a ferocious animal.
Everybody thinks he is an intricate,
wicked, rude, crooked by nature,
hypocritical, winding, mean,
vicious, deformed, vile,
deep dark coloured...a curse...

Nobody thinks he is play of waves, bliss,
He is calyx in divine flower
He is result
He is peace in disguise
He is knowledge of life
He is means of deliverance
He is plentitude, primordial nature,
He is anther of life-flower,
He is beatitude
He is ruling principle in life
He is differentiated balance of power
He is another name of suspend sleep
or sleep-pragmatic;

Lamenting, Death remarks:
'If I retire from service,
The world would become slow,
discernment will be increased.
I am solution,
I equilibrate between the beginning and the end.'