DEATH

I await death; death awaits me.

I have seen the lights of eternity.

The dust of the darkness is calling me

Into the vacuum of creativity.

The mind is half-burnt

With the rusts of time.

Blood has lost the colour

And the deep, ruddy shine.

On the mountaintop, a tiny life waits

To be fused with eternity.

The soul awaits the end

In the middle of a chaotic city.

The light from the dark arrives

To touch the soul;

The dusts of the universe

Invite to start the roll.

I await death; death awaits me.

In the middle of a conspiracy

The heart refuses to be.

I await death; death awaits me.

©Saibal Ray

26/10/2024