Treasure Island

Vivek Tiwari

(23 July 1985 / Gaura (R.S.) Pratapgarh)

Death Can Not Frighten Me


O Death!
Cruel Death!
You can never object my path!
The fierce fury upon thy face
Can't a least afright my race!

Thou art shadow of fright and horror,
Thou art frantic falcon of fear,
Fluttering over my head and around,
Aiming at me your beak violent.

Oh I see thee frantically wander
Placing thy hands upon my right shoulder!
But thy furious rage-
That upon you always pride-
Can never frighten nor stop me stride!

I remind you devote me rather
Coz always you serve my Father
My Father-whose love I'm blessed
And my Mother-
Under whose affectionate fonds I rest!

O thou fool!
Thou bewildered fellow!
The object thou wishest to prey upon
Is a shadow,
A beguiling fancy,
That thou waste thy labour upon!

I was,
I am,
And I shall be!
Till sun shall shine,
Till earth shall live,
Till stars and comets are free
I was, I am and I shall be!

Submitted: Wednesday, January 09, 2013
Edited: Saturday, August 31, 2013

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

Nothing can perish our essence to dust.
We were existed, we are existing and we shall exist till end of end.

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  • Valsa George (1/19/2013 12:41:00 AM)

    Death can, perhaps destroy our body, but it cannot take away our life (soul) that is immortal! ! A strong affirmation of your faith in a life after death through a beautiful poem! (Report) Reply

  • Hazel Durham (1/18/2013 1:39:00 PM)

    You are fearless with a great zest for life and belief in survival till end of end! !
    Excellent write! ! (Report) Reply

  • Www. Poemhunter.com/m-d-dinesh-nair-2 (1/9/2013 10:02:00 PM)

    Though the message of the poem can be transpired to a mass of men and women, the fact remains that death frightens every one. A cancer patient knows it, a man who is about to die after meeting with a severe accident knows it, a man threatened with death calls knows it but not any of us when we sit back and philosophise about life when death is not around us. I am afraid of death.. I am scared of it ever..... I appreciate your 'boldness'! (Report) Reply

  • Thomas A Robinson (1/9/2013 9:35:00 PM)

    Death is not anger, fear, or horror.
    Death is a calmness of our way...in everyway.
    It is natures way of reclaiming it's own
    Nothing is lost, nothing is gained.
    And always come when the time is due.
    So embrace death as you might hug a lost friend.
    Go and be as a child again full of excitement.
    For new and exciting adventures are about to begin.
    Fear not death...no more than you did life. (Report) Reply

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