The Relief of Death
Death glares at me from its mighty tower
As I knelt in front of it
In utmost submission!
Life is harsh, whispered I to it,
Life is tricky,
Life is a trap
Being encaged in a human body
Feels like being drowned at sea,
While, having at one's ankle,
Millions of weights attached!
Death glares at me
Its breath foul
Its eyes fuming,
The expression on its face shining with disgust,
While its lips remained sewed in resigned silence!
Life is harsh,
Yet compelled I am to live it,
As my soul has dues which are to be paid to the Gods!
Amidst all the hurly burly of Life,
Though,
You remain my savior
You shall free me,
And of your freedom,
I thirst, like the unaware seeking a cure
To their blindness when they realize not
That, in this world,
Nothing shall save them!
Death, you, though, remain my savior
I renounce of Life as I renounce of the Eternity
Of faith,
I renounce of the Heavens and I also renounce
Of the mysticism which filled up my glass bubble
As I walked on an Earth which was adamant in
Proving to me at how false it was!
Death, I await your strike in my life
With an urge as desirous as a woman in love,
Naked, sprawled on cold sand, in the darkest hour
Of the night,
Burning and pining for your comfort!
I know that after your touch,
Nothing shall remain of me
Not even remnants of my soul
But then, this nothingness is exactly
The relief that I seek!
Copyright © Anoucheka Gangabissoon | Year Posted 2019
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