A Narrow Escape

Not one; Might have been ten; or even more; death-knell! I have been prompted to pack-up with no delay; One seemed finest of calls; to heaven or to hell! Universe turned upside down! Cosmos had no say...! It was a titanic car wreck over my bike, I sped up recklessly; hit on a rocky wall; Hit-on head! Fell as though dead! Head-heart inner-strike! Leaving my body did soul toward heavens crawl...? Head and body in casting like an astronaut, I did not have guts or speech to esquire a thing; Did God lock his gates lacking perpetual spot? Or did he think of my extension here to swing...? Thunder, lightning and cloud-burst on any can fall. Death, as per her mood, spares humans or to her call...! 27 June 2022