Death Poem by yamini peethambaran

Life is a cajole, acirce at times
Whiffle it does to creatures in the wherry
Recherche we fondle her-
recklessly she recede!

Hornet i stood before her
Hooligan she took me
Amidst the zealous treasures-
I searched in vein for my papa...

Yodelling souls mocked at me
Incommensurable were he to me
Instigating me in every step-
Unparalleled he stood in my life.

I followed the glade to core-
there he glared at me!
His eyes shining blue diamonds
the mighty roar of blue sea....

Drenched I stood before him
grave silence parted us
glimpses of life sprayed
Tears blinding I bid him bye.