Let Me Be Poem by Santosh Bakaya

There is a constant sound of footsteps following me
Is someone flirting with the shadows?
Am I in a surreal time vault
In the deserts of vast eternity
Where I hear the constant hum of some phantom sounds
Bouncing through the vacuity, with great acuity?

Is it the Grim Reaper with a scythe and a black robe
Breathing down my neck?
Or Time's winged chariot hurrying near?
Or maybe fleet footed memories
Travelling on the morning breeze?
Or am I just hallucinating?

Oh hark! Oh hear! The footfalls just behind me!
Will they chase me to some diabolical abyss?
Or will I be revived with a kiss?
Let me close my ears, seize the day, and dance and prance,
Unfazed by footsteps constantly following me.
Whatever will be, will be, please, let me be.