Death, My Death, Talk To Me Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Death, my death, you talk to me,
What it in my lot,
In my destiny,
Death, my death?

How your approaches,
How your footfall
Dotted with a silence
Breaking the lull?

Death, my death, you talk to me,
How your footfall and the thud
Of your arrival,
How the terror striking?

Death, what it to pride over,
To be puffed with,
I know it what it to befall me,
How the things of the world?

You a hard-hearted man
So cruel and callous,
So brutal and bloody
Unsparing in your job, tougere job!

Death, my death, talk to me
What it in my lot,
What it in fate, destiny,
Death, my death?

And what can a man do,
What can a man,
What can I after all
And what can you?

Is there no escape,
No escape from your cruel hands,
Is there no escape,
No escape from?

You the Messenger of God,
The Messenger of Dharmaraja,
You of Yama
As we see it in folktales!

I do not know it
How do you visit man,
How are the ways of yours,
How the dispensation of your justice?

How is justice meted out to,
How is your treatment,
How your manner,
How your handling?

Are you a falconer,
Are you a jailer,
Are you a mogue-man,
Are you a post-mortem man?

Who, who are you,
Death, my death,
Are you a hangman,
Are you a morgue 'Dom'?