I and My Death

I AND MY DEATH. SriSuvro. We were wandering desolate in front of time eternity. Everyday every night to witness the dead poets in the labor rooms Crying for the first word to breath anew. Life may laugh at us life may sing our elegy, We can shake our hands in union, in disagreement, in mutual understanding, But not in disbelieve! People with white teeth, People with pants on, People with secrete codes may try to deny us, may try to resist, May try to switch off the bad dreams but we prevail. Again if you draw new lines to erase our outlines Again if you sing false notes to set new truths Again if you try to outsmart us, Not a single leaf will turn alive from their yellow grief. Not a single day rest awhile. Not a single grave will write a new poem From eternity. I and my death will stand alone under debris. Time may wash out, but we prevail.