Death Is Boring

Suddenly I feel the pressure around my neck,

Hey, it is the death god Yama, what a heck,

Why are you tightening the rope so fast?

Am I dying leaving behind all the problems at last?

I am now seeing my dear family and friends,

Crying around me as they know that this is the end,

I was watching the crowd with a discreet joy

I really had so many dear ones, oh boy,

Who is that crying at the corner in silence?

Is he not my foe crying over my body so lifeless?

Is he trying to make peace, did he realise it’s too late,

Did I mention the insurance part, my wife is crying over her fate,

Have I ever told them, my love and care, suddenly I remember that I have never,

Did I try to patch the gap; foe remained a foe forever,

I look at Yama now, riding a buffalo to rope another.

Hey Yama, death is boredom; Life is awesome,

Every day with new beginning, full of joys and threats,

Keeps us running with new energy again and again with high intense,

Death is boring, please put me back,

To correct my mistakes and run from the start...