'Bhabitabyam' [the Inevitable] Poem by Sachidananda Panda

Make no mistake...! It comes,
It comes calling; loud n clear
search for a saviour eludes out of fear.
Perfidious Silence suffocates around
Time's Treachery or a treasonous smile
Bellicose Brutus did Caesar fell
Jaychandra perhaps had a little to yell.

It comes! often in cold blood
Pertinax, Priyadarshini or Henry three,
French heir or Roman green;
Clements form the crux we tread
Pretoria Guard or a ‘Beant' breed
‘Bali' and ‘Bali' though sound alike;
Met the morbid in spurious guise.

It hovers, it hounds, with ghoulish noose
A monk, a king or a callous stooge
It comes for sure; the form defies
Sans the scheme or schedule devise
Not at will, or on courtesy call
A gallop a grid or a canter small;
At your den or at some distant glide
‘Chitragupta' perhaps knows your hide.

Why then not to embrace bright,
Give up madness be upright
Hug a life of austere move;
Of serene Of sane or a surreal groove.
Confine and create an ambience new;
Life's agents or Satan's crew.
All unite for pleasure profound,
Lit a candle to lead afresh;
Of love, of peace, of moral Grace;
Love to live and live to love
A land of life and a tranquil trove.

This May sound simple to say
Before the evening make your hay
'Bhabitabym' has no substitutes though
Unprepared stupidity often adds to woe
Let it come early or late
No need to lose the best and the rest..

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