Death- the Invincible
Universally disgusting
and exhausting too-
the monotonous
croaking,
yet a frog feels proud
of its talent,
‘’What a sweat song, I
sing!’’
Raises up its tiny
singing face
to the inquisitive
eyes and ears,
traverses every
corners of garden,
fills its own ears,
maybe, with honey
but others,
definitely, with burning lava.
Let’s look at the
normal co-incidence---
a hungry snake awakes
up,
witnesses the foolish
frog ,
blooms blissfully greed in the sharp eyes
and blows thrilling hisses
by the pair of
tongues.
‘’What a delicious
dish!’’
Within a fraction of a
moment,
the croaking-box is
swallowed up in a single bite,
makes everything
silent as deep brine
with a merciless touch
of chilled death.
Nevertheless, unabated
is the human croaking too,
the babbling
chatter-box is on---
proclaims their
supremacy over other lives;
the exultant
celebrates the victory,
builds monuments
commemorating it,
everything- below ,on
and above the land-
spontaneous to be
arrested, controlled and regulated
for the fulfilment of
non-controlled desires,
their tumultuous
celebration reverberates
in the air and
trembles the sky.
Let’s feel the
inevitable co-incidence-
the almighty death-the
invincible
smiles at the
stupidity of the homosapians,
waits for the deadline
drawn by a mysterious hand,
spends only a leaping,
the millions of
discoveries and inventions
loss their magical
power of resistance,
that’s all, the chatter-box
becomes silent forever
obtaining all the
haughty additions equal to zero.
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