Before Death. Poem by Durlabh Singh

Why to die before your death
Indulging in consolations
Not an aim for murdered self
Plunging into lifeless entity.

Overwhelming desire cast in situ
Superlative indulgence in fine taste
A thunderous uproar approaching
An open sky for resident into
Silent silted stream across land
Resident in vacant spots of mind
But still striving for different kind.

Be born again, every breath
Clogged not in machinery of world
Comforted not in the collectives
Living only in sets of turbulence
Embraced in wizened wilderness.

And write not to cling
Within enclosures of limited space
But rebellious in more subtle kind
For the hero to think and blaze.