Death

The yellow worm with elusive legs And sluggish smell stealing stealthily Into nerves and veins- camouflaged under dark leaves shining like skin of cobra It creeps like snail and keeps its surreptitious advances invisible from mortal eye, A gust of wind blows off the candle church bells toll within ageing cells Lord Yama stalks trampling yellow autumn leaves Under his stamping foot, gates of Hades stand wide open , new growths bloom and blossom on graves sucking putrid plasma of his predecessor, amnesia saveswalls of souls from defacing - Stripping us from the coffin of life where dost Thou leadest us all thus incognito Tell us Ye sullen shadow,unmask Thy enigmatic ugly face or bestow upon the mirthless mortals The cursed boon of i,mmortality.