Death, Be Not Proud

Death, be not so proud, Today might roar thine dark clouds, Be not still so proud, Morrow, life will call aloud, Thou shalt in a crowd wear shroud. _________________________________ Tanka |15.05.2021| Topic: death, life Poet’s note: COVID has been wreaking havoc all around. The other day I saw a picture of a newly made crematorium burning scores of pyres, dead bodies awaiting last death rites, the funereal shadows creeping slowly by, pre-monsoon dark clouds hanging overhead, and it looked as if Death has still been spreading its ill-gotten empire all around. Silence possessed me for a few seconds and from the resulting speechlessness was born this Tanka.