Deadly Presence Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I feel gloomy
With little hint of an old memory
I stared at the roof
Death needed no proof

Life was strange
As child, I only tore pages
But in real, everybody departed one by one
I silently watched process and in years they had all gone

I was not feared
But shivered
With the deadly presence of threat
I had no counter measure to treat

I am now left alone
With grown up children
They look towards me for strength
But I am certainly drifting towards death

“If death wasn’t there in life” I wondered
Was there any option but to surrender?
Some of the arguments in favor really consoled
I was given some solace and doled out