I have not met him yet
"Death",
Face to Face........
But passed it though
To and fro,
Parallel to me..........Always,
On the other side of the flow,

Sometimes I feel it is Divine
For it offers the Pained
Soul and sorrow....
Peace and pillow...
to rest ...lastly
After the fight and fire...
To Die is a pleasure..

But sometimes I see...
Its large monstrous paws
grab the innocents..,
Unknowingly.. quietly.. silently..,
just why ?dont know
For there are no reasons at all
to seize those loved ones
all of a sudden,In mere moment,
Life seems to go....

Thinking about it...."Death"
Touched and Untouched..
Felt and Unfelt..
I have met him though
not face to face
But passed it always
To and fro,
Just...
Parellel to the flow.


wish