O' Death!!!-A Poem





The prick of unbearable loss of loved ones;

Is more painful than the prick of a needle,

The suffering that one undergoes;

Makes a strong one also feeble,

The heart stops in a jiffy;

The mind acts iffy,

A day before the loss looks clear and bright;

All of a sudden the onset of a gloomy night,

Blown-out roof, worn-out kitchen;

All that pitch in,

Friends and relatives;

Pat on the back,

Mom and Dad lay in an ice pack;

Left only with questions with no answers,

It’s all the game of cancer;

Why me?? Why only me??

All pass through the stage,

In turn, it is they or we;

Thank the eyes that weep on the departure of dear ones,

What if I go…..

Will there be any eye to weep for me????


PS:  https://www.poemhunter.com/poem/o-death-10/

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