A Poem For Death 108 Poem by Lalithashree Ganesh

You have undone
what is not yet done

Whiffing off bright long candles
innocently shining their light
onto a greying world

Putting them off
before they have melted, with age, experience, purpose and dreams. 

The world is getting darker and darker
The flames, they are disappearing
The memories, they are fading
The cries, they are growing faint...
Silent almost

The world is exhausted.
Exhausted all its tears; swimming in a flood of grief.
And yet it cries,
with all its heart
in helpless pain; over and over again.

The people, they ask you to stop your games.
Stop putting these bright beautiful flames out,
and leaving the world
in pitch black. 

Oh Death! Respectfully walk away, now. 
And let us remain.

Until we melt away,
in our own time...

Goodbye to you.