Rebirth Poem by Shankaran Kutty

(This was return after I had a horrible accident a few months ago. My car was totally damaged and had to be sent as junk. But I emerged without a scratch. The one above decided that my duties on earth are not over, yet. There is no other explanation for why I survived)

The wind whistled a soulful tune
An elegy or a mournful number
The night still young, though the world
Was peaceful in deep slumber
Oh the arrogance of man who thinks his skill
His brain, his acts, his intelligence
Rules the world, his fate, his destiny
Vanity driving his insolence

The spectre of death knows no rules
Needs no invite, yet it comes
An unwanted guest, who saunters in
In darkness, when most unwelcome
A silent clown who knows no time
To claim his prize, his victim’s end
Yet he doth come unannounced
Never proclaims that a life has been spent

But, I felt his presence
That dark and rainy night
It was but a fraction of a second
When I screamed at the fearful sight
And then I sensed death’s nearby chill
As the impending gloom homed in
Against the mass of iron and steel
A race, I never could win

The crushing sound of glass and metal
Announced death so near
A strange becalming peace enveloped
My mind, I knew no fear
A refulgent light, was it death, wrapped
Me in ultimate bliss
No love, no hate, no friends or foe, I
Waited for death’s final kiss.

I sensed in that passage of time
What it means to die
But the Lord had written a different script
Death, I was to defy
As the darkness returned, I sat in awe
On how I had cheated death
It was His will and His alone
That I got out in perfect health

Even now my heart skips a beat
When of that day I think
How six inches away from death I stood
When I try to catch a wink
Why the Lord chose me to live
I still do not know
But for giving my another stint
To his benevolence I bow