Lion.In.Ambush Poem by Mohammad Younus

Death In Ambush


Life is but a pack of counted breaths,
With each breath that we inhale and exhale,
Our life is sustained, though, in truth,
Each breath that we breathe in and out,
Brings nigh the distant death by and by
Death is like a lion sitting in ambush,
How can we get away from him?
He will pick us up like a lamb from the flock,
To mark an end to our sojourn in the world,
How much is the distance between life and death?
Far less than the distance between the two breaths,
That we breathe in and breathe out,
Azrael, the angel of death, is jingling the death bells,
Reminding us of our ship sailing to some next world,
I am not jesting with you, get ready for the impending journey,
Every soul has to taste the death
But! Take the cup of death with mystic pleasure,
Emulating Socrates the great sage of old

Mykoul