My Affair With Death! Poem by Namratha Swamy

From the blue ocean of his head quarter
love and life flowed in the form of nectar
No longer I began to sing 'No death, No death'
the carriage of mortality descended on the earth.

There He stood in his formal shirt.
His dark eyes glistened in playful mirth.
He held my hands like a casual flirt.
A cynical smile escaped his lips.

With my fate held close within his cold hands
'let us return Home, let us go back' he said.
In life there is death and in death there is life I felt
and I almost entered the carriage with him that night.

But when I heard my husband and children playfully scream
I woke up from my mid summer's dream. phew!
My head is still reeling at this forbearance
Is this what you call faithlessness!