Death Poem by Nikhila Churia

I am Death;
An exalted truth;
Your ineluctable abode;
And your most loyal companion.

I keep watch;
Even while you are asleep;
In the break of the dawn;
And the silence of the night.

I linger around;
Cuddling and kissing you;
Resting my head on yours;
Holding your hand in mine.

You can see me;
In a roaring storm;
In the arms of a tornado;
And the cry of an earthquake.

You can feel me;
In the coldness of the snow;
Vastness of the ocean;
And the warmth of the fire.

The more you run away;
The closer I get to you;
Your age bridging the gap;
And pulling me to you.

With every passing moment;
I come a step closer;
You stay chained in the end;
Of this tunnel, called life.

I taste sweeter than;
The grapes in your yard;
And feel warmer than;
Your lovely winter blankets.

You shall be at home;
In the depths of my arms;
I shall take you to places;
Across the horizon.

Freed from this mortal cage;
You shall be escorted;
To the house of the Gods;
On the crest of the Zion.

There you shall live;
Forever in my arms;
Together we shall sing;
In the company of the stars.