Dance of Death

Death has been grinning at me ever since I dawned, But I only grasped about his power Then when I realized that he may not give me what I always thought he would; A peaceful afterlife in a stable world surrounded Always by loving arms and drowning under Hungry kisses! Death then, becomes a show of might, a dance Enacting the victory of evil on Existence! Souls are bound to be trapped in his net, And he, so like a bold ruler, Chooses to inflict upon us all, the same Load of despair that we had thought we had fled from By submissively going on the flow of life's river Towards the ocean of holy promises! Why, we birth not because we have chosen to We die not because we choose to as well, at least Not for most of us! Everything is compelled here, in this world, Everything, from bodily caring activities to Making money to sustain our families! Why, even poets feel compelled to write As, their hearts are constantly getting slow roasted On life's tedious paths! Life dances, as if such were his act of victory, His cry of triumph His way of imposing himself over us all, And we, frightened beings faced with the roar of his laughter Can only accept whatever he gives us! Pray, wonder I then, Could the grins of Death hide his intentions? They gleam as spotlessly clean mirrors do, I can hardly see what Death looks like As the lights reflecting from his glass teeth Force me to squint and to close my eyes! His footsteps thump over the ground And I have to hold on to whatever I can To stop myself from falling His roars deafen my aural senses And the satisfied malice that his songs resonate with Can only bring me to cry, wounded and desperate! Does he know, then, whether I shall be happy or unhappy In his state As he has seen all this time How Life had kept me sorrowful While I lived it! 2 March 2019