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!