Prayer To Death

Limbs are yet to grow,

Am just in the womb,

Eyes are, but without brow,

And heart is yet to pump.

O Death, you must be having,

Other things to occupy.

 

Am such a little kid,

Just attempting to walk,

Still stutter in uttering,

Am striving to talk.

O Death, come later,

I won’t defy.

 

My friends are few,

More have to be made,

Books are left unread,

Games are to be played.

O Death, hold on,

Not the time yet to reply.

 

Have fallen in love,

With gorgeous wife,

Heart is singing and,

Joy has come to life.

O Death, give me some time,

& I will comply.

 

Children, to be taken care of,

Elders to be protected,

Ethics in society shaken,

Needs to be corrected,

O Death, time is still not ripe,

To tell the life a good bye.

 

Though money I have made,

But no time to spend,

Erred in life many times,

Still left ways to amend.

O Death, time is still not ripe,

Please do not pry.

 

Yes my hairs have fallen,

And I have grown old,

But still Life is a mystery,

Which I have to unfold.

O Death, come next time,

I won’t deny.

 

The more I desire, the more I pray,

Lust turning hunter and me its prey,

Still frustrated, still unsated

Craving for life, swinging midway .

O Death, the truth is that,

I do not want to die,

I never want to die.