Multi-Directed Poem by Varghese J Kuttikat

People indeed are multi-directed, multi-endowed
Some race up to embrace the god of death
In spite of no persuasion or no luring glance
But rather driven by self imposed decree
Whereas some others defile themselves, being obsessed with the end
Their breath suffers and they hasten to the last breath
Perhaps earth is all-forgiving and accepts everybody
With swallowing embrace, seldom inquiring into the motives
And some stir up and make a desperate bid for rising up
And Earth ever merciful forgives the thankless
Rebel-turned guests and the tombs burst out
In fact, Earth is by far more spirit-ridden
Than one can conceive, it is passionately inclined skyward