Awaited Death Poem by Siddhant Sharma

I woke up.
It was a dreary night.
Strange dreams chased me.

In one of them, I found myself
Trying to swim in high water
When a crocodile reached for me.

In another dream, I found myself
Dying of malaria and the
Relief boat drowned in front of me.

But now it was morning.
I felt some rumbling.
It was water. Someone has said,
“A man dies many deaths before his death of fear.”
But I couldn’t do anything.

Death was behind me in the form of water and
All I could do was wait patiently, silently……………………