I Would Be Rather Dead. Poem by RAVIKIRAN ARAKKAL

Life looks like a steeple
Unsurmountable,
Never able to scale it,
Like the peak of a mountain,
With harships from
Step to step
Second to second,
None to offer solace,
Making me wonder
Why we are made to be born,
To fight no enemy,
But the unpredictable fate,
which is akin to terrain
On the icy mountains
With chilling winds,
Slipping ice, burrowed snow,
Treacherous at every step,
Life looks better to have
Been over a long time ago
Where we are in the coffins
Shamelessly admitting
Defeat of a life's loosing battle
Where we would have been
Frozen dead bodies
Eaten by the worms,
Left to lie as dismembered
Skeletons in glee
Of defeating the torturous life
The reason of making life hard
So unknown and secretly kept.


Ravikiran arakkal