‘Death’ I am drawn to him;
His name I whispered
On my tongue it stayed revered.
He looked at me and smiled
‘Wait for me’, he said and winked.
He wore no black alright
Attired in all colours bright
His smile beguiling
His arms promising
He vouched his friendship
When the rest go away wiped.
Lay many a souls aboard
He treaded carefully along
Amidst the living with a mien strong.
He was on his knees
Before the souls of babies
Innocent souls- them he revered
Gently on his arms, them he cradled.
Old and young alike
Lay pristine on his person
At times hundreds he carried
Any place never he tarried.
One day he and I did talk
He was patient and did not balk
When quizzed on his chore,
He told, ‘It’s no bed time lore
This is what I do and is never a bore.’
‘How do you decide who’s soul to take?’, queried I
‘It’s never my call, I’m there at each soul’s cry’
My surprised gaze he doused with a look
‘Unwittingly each soul seeks me; it’s no fluke.
Some men know, but some unaware
I don’t take any without their call, be aware.’
How true that man, from cradle to grave
His every breath does death do crave.
I remained rooted in my thoughts
His gentle tap, to the world me brought
The hand stayed on my shoulders
It made me nice and warm inside
Promising a lasting bond beside.
‘Death’ I called aloud
Without another word
He disapeared into the clouds.
Now that I’ve seen him
I readied to walk my path of rainbow
The life I know will surely end as a bow
Draped around his wrist- ahem!
Death- I am drawn to him!