No Doors Stop Him Poem by PRAVEEN KUMAR English Poems

Death is a monster of many faces,
He springs from thin air and strikes hard;
Death steals life from the front of all eyes;
No doors stop him, no locks sperre him,
No hue and cry ever restricts his move;
Like colossus he comes, like colossus he leaves
With precious lives he chose for himself;
No fear or love, no wavering for him.

He strikes like a whimper and leaves back thunder,
None ever had quenched his infinite hunger;
He moves in in silence and wipes off rich life,
Leaves back hopelessness amidst bereaved lives.