Indranil Bhaduri

(Kolkata, India)

Death


There it was a deadly silence, grasping all around!
The insects rejoiced, slowly crawling, causing yet no sound.
Pitch darkness prevailed then, all across the land!
And there walked a human figure, a lit-up lamp in his hand.
His face was shady, invisible, his eyes carried a glow,
A blurred vision of stealthy steps that was, in the show.
His other palm gripped a sword, with slowly dripping blood!
A shivering story was in the making, as he fell down in the mud!
The burning lamp was lying beside, thus lighting up his face,
It was dawn and the sun came on, wiping out the grimace.
And shining bright under the light he took his last breath,
There he was, my own conscience, dying a painful death!

Copyright © 2012 Indranil Bhaduri

Submitted: Monday, September 10, 2012
Edited: Monday, September 17, 2012

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  • Aswath Raman (8/16/2013 8:51:00 AM)

    As I read through the poem, I felt some kind of antogonist God of death was walking like as in Indian Puranas how the character Yaman/Kaalan will come to take the soul away. This poem is intense, to an extent threatening and has a wonderful ending twist! I read twice and the imagery you have created is pretty hard to go! (Report) Reply

  • Patricia Grantham (7/25/2013 3:29:00 PM)

    Death however it is described lurks around every corner and hides in every crevice.
    It has as a story all of its own. Sometimes it is called the Grim Reaper. The conscience
    is what reminds us of what is good and bad. When it dies woe to all mankind! A thought
    provoking write. (Report) Reply

  • Patricia Grantham (7/25/2013 3:28:00 PM)

    Death however it is described lurks around every corner and hides in every crevice.
    It has as a story all of its own. Sometimes it is called the Grim Reaper. The conscience
    is what reminds us of what is good and bad. When it dies woe to all mankind! A thought
    provoking write. (Report) Reply

  • Saleem Tharani (10/12/2012 5:57:00 AM)

    Death of conscience is but the death of the humanism in a human. It either dies off when the soul leaves the body or when the virtues are given up by the soul. Sir this is indeed a great work, well intrigued framing, accommodating well patterned rhyme, Great! (Report) Reply

  • Sanjay Mehta (10/10/2012 11:42:00 PM)

    Death is not extinguishing the light, it is putting out the lamp because dawn has come. Muscical without sound. (Report) Reply

  • Shivani Misra (9/27/2012 12:48:00 AM)

    Death is what this life is made up of. All other things r mere illusions which will paas one day. Only one thing remains for ever alive n young i.e. Death. :)
    amazing poem.
    Keep writing. :) (Report) Reply

  • Titi Dale (9/19/2012 4:58:00 PM)

    Liked this poem heaps. Great rhyming and emotive words. I wonder what he had been doing with the sword? (Report) Reply

  • Cosmic Dreamer (9/19/2012 3:44:00 AM)

    Death is merely a moment standing still for all eternity... Nice write, thanks for sharing... (Report) Reply

  • Payal Parande (9/13/2012 11:46:00 PM)

    a fantastic the most terrifying poem i ever read seriously you are the brilliant of all sir just brilliant,
    thank you for sharing,
    love payal (Report) Reply

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