When Your Time Comes Poem by Avinandan Roy

It wasn't with knives he beckoned me,
Neither though his eyes any danger I could see,
It was with love he hold me tight,
Showing me; a lovely dreamy sight.

He took me round to a trip unknown,
Driving his carriage and humming a tone,
I closed my eyes and listened to the song,
A melody which I hadn't heard for long.

The carriage creaked; on its way down the lane,
Where little children glanced through the window pane,
The setting sun spreading its rays,
The seconds and minutes adding to days.

And then we arrived to a lawn so green,
Where all my friends and relatives could be seen,
I looked at their eyes; so cold and dark,
As if the dead has made its mark.

And then the fire set ablaze,
Following the tears in an incessant chase,
And slowly I vanished in the smoke that rose,
To an unknown land no one knows..