Death

Death - when it knocks the door..

Would you even get a chance to understand what's in-store?

Death - when it knocks the door...

Will you not wish to live, laugh and love little more than before?

 

The eyes of a lifeless soul seem to have abandoned this clueless world and be in peace

The living eyes of the loving ones - would they ever be at ease?

Time heals - they all say, even the wounds which are dark and deep 

Without remembering the life with in her, will those eyes of the mother ever sleep??

For the revival of the life and for the return of the child, yearns the heart of a mother...

A mere memory of her child freshens the wounds and the misery attacks in one form or other!

Seeing and going through the grief - she wishes that not even an enemy should go through the same!

And who can explain why and what of this never ending pain?

A father tries to manage it all, talking, greeting, and swallowing the nothingness

He gives one long lasting look at the peacefully sleeping angelic soul

Hoping it all to be a dream and wishing the child to wake up with usual giggles and smiles on the face!

Who will explain to him the game of the death by God, that seems all foul?

The tears dry, and the pain gets deeply absorbed in every muscle and vein

The people leave, after uttering same set of comforting words, to live and continue their routine!

When the house becomes empty, would not every messy corner act as a painful reminder?

Of that gentle soul who was happy, more understanding than an adult and always kinder!

We all say prayers for the departed soul, while we know that this is not the fair play...

A heart wonders - How come the criminals and sinners continue to live each and every day?

Where as a soul that harmed none was so drastically taken away...

What will lessen this emptiness and pain now - who can possibly say?

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When death really knocked the door...

I wish it atleast was able to meet the eyes of this pure being.

I wish that it explained the reason and just answered everything!

Death would also have mourned this demise and felt helpless as it followed the behest!

They say truth that the smallest of the coffins are the heaviest...

PS: A little child whom I knew well suddenly passed away and we all are still not able to come to terms with it. May God give strength to the whole family to heal!