Time Of Death Poem by narendra nath

At the time of Death,
I was on my Bed.

It was the end of my Life,
to start a new Life.

So good health was Mine,
so bad was the Time.

It all happened in the Midnight,
when all were sleeping Tight.

Heart attack was the Reason,
which was common in the Season.

Two doctors were Trying,
to protect me from Dying.

As my heart was blocked,
so my life was locked.

So shock was the News,
which gathered the Crews.

Tears were rolling Down,
fear was going Down.

Praying was the Process,
crying on the corpses.

Scope was the trend,
hope was the end.

Natural was my Death,
spiritual was my Health.

Death was the Relief,
so was the Belief.