On Death

Departures! We are all departing, Beings of departure belonging to no one And we lack all the knowledge of it From the first day we came, Our aim has been to move on, To reach our goals. Enough! You have turned me into a prey! I noticed lately, how wantonly You look at me from your garden, Stalking, stealthily trailing my back And sometimes hovering over my head. Are you really courting me? I hope you know how uneasy, how hard It is for one to cross-carpet? It's very hard especially when On the other side, little is known Except some speculations of a green pasture. The stage is the world where we perform; It has the cry, we have the pain and The triumph we relish makes it more daring To stay put, to battle, to lose, to win. There's bound to be little reluctance here And there, like trying to make up one's Mind on buying a sunshade instead of a cap. It's even harder to make up ones mind Especially when nothing tangible would change Only a regress to that beginning When the flesh is fresh and new. Departure! That's our agony Will it ever end? The regression, the continuing from scratch, The opening of new pages and chapters, Is that what we are made for? That is, becoming invisible at a point Or merely disappearing into a dark night. Living is the beginning of dying And dying, the beginning of living. But I'd be wild awake that day When life and death would seal the deal And life hands over change of ownership Certificate of me. I'm reminded of, If you know the feeling, how sad It is to be cast out, sold in the midst of life, As if unwanted, like a broken toy, An object, once cherished and wanted! It's sad to be forgotten, committed to memory. It's sad indeed! But that day, I'd simply raise my legs One after the other, reluctantly and Cross over to the other side, smiling. Date written: 05/15/2018 Contest name: "A Poem about Death" Poetry contest Sponsor: Broken Wings Theme: In the Midst of Life