ODE TO DEATH

O! wildish death,the uncalled guest of life,

Beneath whose influence the unshed lives-

Are taken deep inside the hellish graves.

The dead are decrowned from liveliness and

Are buried unseen arousing stale odour,

Leaving memories in hearts of the alive.

As the wind blows to cease the dying fire,

He comes to loot ones’ status and sink-

The fellowmen in reflections of sorrow.

From childhood stories have they heard long

Even men in divinity had bowed  to him

And he divested at times,everymen.

With a dazed feeling,they heard with fear

For once he w’d set the farewell event

With no choice,he w’d rest them uncouthly.

When juvenile strength of men withers

Breeds in agony and mind swithers

And in fear of him the soul turns numb.

O men! You fright evrything around you,

And no worse agony than the fear of death.

                                                                      --Ajith Vijayan