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