Death Didn't Wait Poem by Narayanan Kutty Pozhath

Apte called me
Sir, Yerekar died.
What happened?
Death calls people
in different ways.
How he was called?



Death didn't call him.
He called death.
When the rainbow
appeared in the horizon
someone saw him
driving towards the lake.



Lake remained calm.
Key of his car
remained in the car.
His footwear was kept
just outside the car.



Footsteps were not visible
in the flooded ground.
His body lied
in the muddy shores
of the lake.
The frozen smile
on his face asked
many questions.



He was sad
for so many days
He limped through
the unruly world
with his polio affected legs
and all pains in his heart.



Don't know that pain,
due to which he called death.
He limped into the lake
by pulling his leg
for that last time.
He left without waiting
for his fifteen months
salary arrears.