Death, When Soul Wills To Part
In thoughts of death when sleep possessed my eye,
I saw a daunting figure, benign still:
I’ve come to escort thee by divine will,
Hope, with thy own wise will ye will sans why.
Scores of my body cells die every day,
A bit of me each moment as ye know,
Life’s born to die, death all along lurks low,
Why just today? I hope you’ve not lost way.
I need come here none of them to escort,
But only when the soul wants to depart,
Let death daunt every heartbeat of thy life,
I usher soul alone to divine court,
To know right time to depart’s subtle art,
As is to know when karmic cup is rife.
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Sonnets | 07.04.2023 |
Poet’s note: A dialogue between a dreaming soul and the messenger of Lord of Death, Yama, who on death sends his deputies to escort the soul.
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