Resurrection Poem by Abdul Hakeem Parannur

“What is death? ”
He asked once
There was none to answer
But the wind heard him
And spoke in a wild roar
And answered him in a tongue
He couldn’t understand.

There was a little grass,
Heard the wind’s roar
Felt the nearness of death
Shivered in fear and sorrow
Bowed its head in a prayer
Murmured in a low voice
“Death is the end of life,
Death is when you are no more,
Death is when you begin another life
I may die or you may die
Now or today or another day
Think of it my dear man
Think of your death.”
That feeble voice broke up.

The man paled white
For he got the leaf’s tongue.
He wept for his garish days
He wasted in youthful pride.
Wept deep in remorse
“Yes, I was wrong,
Here is the way
Oh god! Lead me straight;
Through the straight path
The path oft trodden by great men
You like, you love
Not those who you hate.”