Death

Death is an unwelcomed guest in the worst timing.

It never felt the vibe of the real humans.

Death plucked the soul as if plucking a fragile flower.

It goes with the soul screaming to stay on earth.

Author's Note

MT Vasudevan Nair's words I am borrowing here death is a joker who does not aware of the actual part of the life drama( ranghabhoamillathha komaliyannu marannam ) MT said in malayalam language and it is fully saturated to get exact definition of death to
a writer and for me too. Hey death where is your venomous sting, hey death where is your dark monstrous hands, maraname ninte vizhamulla dhamshanamevide? maraname ninte karala khasthanghallevide?

Reviews

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Poet... I do not believe it all ends at death... there may be more to Intelligence after Death... Amen

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

i am always drawn to writing about death, it is also a topic i write about often (subtly giving you a sign to check out my profile :')). i really admire this work, the first line particularly seems to hint that these ideas come from lived experience. my mother passed away this spring: it was unexpected and too soon. so the ideas explored in this verse ring true to me, death is an unwelcomed guest in the worst timing.
i look forward to seeing more of your works in future, i liked this style and blending of cultures.

[emmajoygreen]

It's inevitably nearer than one thinks, nothing can stop it.
There's not an ocean deep enough to drown it
Nor a desert in which to lose one's soul

Hopefully reviews are useful, needing to know if what has been offered has been interpreted correctly or if far off the intended??

[The_Ancient_Rock]

Yes, death the eternal divider...
No one can really escape it, but we try.
Great poem. Enjoyed reading this piece.
Keep it up, Take good care.