I Prefer To Die.... Poem by MBJ Pancras

I prefer to die…. (As a worldly human being)


Surrounded by me there exists a disk of sickness,
I search for physicians; craving for medicine,
I let my body experimented for a complete cure,
I run for druggists' stores far and near,
Appointments of multiple physicians;
Frequent visits to various labs,
If at all with my investments of money I have,
Burning with tensions and grudging with my fellow-beings,
I believe in the make-outs of medics,
In the state of penury my death is almost certain,
But when sunken in the depth of ailments,
I prefer to die and leave this world of disorders.

Caught in the cobweb of insolvency,
In total drain of energy; fallen into bleak bowl of life,
Slogging on the path of thorns and stones,
Bruised by the spikes scattered across my way,
All for want of dosh to earn my livelihood,
I drag my craggy body toward the destined grave,
A try for an escape from this grief-stricken world,
I seek the way out of this bolted life,
So, I prefer to die and leave this world of maladies.

Festooned by currencies and bills, I roll on cushions,
Drenched in heavy pours of luxuries; sunken in pools of jingling coins,
I let my money boxes bankrupt; fallen into the pit of shame,
Shrouded by disgrace and tomfoolery my days are pulled along,
Stress and pressures choke my mind and body,
Thrown into the ditch of mental instability,
Browsing various ways of intoxication,
Then I plod toward the pit of my last breath,
So, I prefer to die and leave this world of agonizing luxuries.




I prefer to die….(As a true Christian)


Filled with the Grace of the Lord, ‘midst thorns and rags,
Built with divine mortar of blessings; sheltered under the wings of Heaven;
Blessed with the Word of God engraved in the deep of the heart,
I praise the Christ of God in multiple times a day,
Sharing my meal in common with all; having no self-seeking soul,
Pleased with pleasant words and deeds with my fellow-beings,
I have no craving for worldly possessions,
All my focus is on the Eternal Treasures in Christ,
With submissiveness I fall at His Feet,
Might be lacking in worldly riches, but rich in Christ's Blessings,
I long for the Eternal Home while on earthly sojourn,
I prefer to die to reach the Home of Eternity.

Rejoicing in the completeness of joy in my fellow-beings' life,
Greatly overjoyed at looking smiles on brethren's faces,
Breaking traditions and superstitions, dressed with holiness and truth,
I dwell in the land of peace and joy far from this world of grimace,
Despite my imperfections and trivialities I seek Christ's Blood,
And I pour my liquid heart of repentance into His Feet,
I let my Christ dwell in my sleep; in my dreams;
The Power of God leads me in my walking;
In my reading; in my eating; in my working.
With all contentment in the Lord,
I await the day of my exit out of this stage,
And so, I prefer to die to dwell in the Presence of God.