Thinking of death when sleep half possesst me, <br />I saw a strange thing but somewhat benign: <br />Hello, end of all life, Death’s name of mine, <br />I wonder if you care to come with me. <br /> <br />I’m not so sure nor would I ever know, <br />A body dies a bit each single day, <br />‘Tis not easy to know the time to go, <br />You scarce come to take every cell this way. <br /> <br />No, I need not come bodies to deport, <br />I come when soul is ready to depart, <br />Sure, come only then my soul to escort, <br />I doubt if every cell has soul apart. <br /> <br />Death comes to call each single day of life, <br />Wonder why death of body’s such a strife! <br />_______________________________________________ <br />This is a dialogue between a man dreaming and <br />the Lord of Death, Yama. The last couplet is <br />what the poet feels. <br />_______________________________________________ <br /> - Sonnets | 07.09.07 |<br /><br />Aniruddha Pathak<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/death-comes-to-call-every-day/
