I Am Death.......... Poem by Reshma Dream Is Never A Crime................

I climbed the stairs
Praying under my breath for peace
I was in my worst temper
Stalking in slowly
I was a predator
Looking keenly for my prey
There she lay in her bed
She was breathing hard
Yes
She was aware of my arrival

But wait
Who is that?
With bloody red eyes
And a shiny knife in hand
He was nearing her…………..
I had to have her soul
I was sent by God and Nature
I can’t let her suffer in man’s hands
And let the soul wander, helplessly
I was sent to take her with me

I smiled at the poor man’s tension
AQs he neared the lady in bed
Of course I’ll have her
Before he did
‘Coz I have to keep the rule….
So I ran to her, fast
She struggled for air,
Scared of me

I pounced on her
Caught her soul
She put on a fight
But was not stronger than me………….
Yes
I had her
Peacefully now, she lay still
Staring at me
And the fire that ran out of them

I was not guilty
As this is my duty
I was asked to do it
By none other than Almighty Himself
After all once born,
You had to die

I walked away slowly
From the lifeless body
I set the soul free to heaven………..
My work was done here

I flew over to the house nearby
Poor man, lay there sleeping
Not aware of me

I am the one feared by all
The worst thing you can dream of
I am Death