“Death”

If I taste Death

Bewail not ye,

Allow me have zenith

As my last abode.

Funereal I am when

Bring not brine ye,

Adorn me thou with care

As I espouse Death.

From the abyss of my soul, I

Adjure Thee, to disenthrall me

From Thy monde and

Pacify beneath cascade of salvation.

When will my dream be veracious?

When will my life end?

When will I taste the reality?

And feel the essence of Death.

Is it not true enough, that

We all live to demise?

Then why fear the dearest friend?

Who provides care even after our end.

…………………Sreejoy………………….