The Coming Poem by Dilip Pattanayak

Life comes
as thought comes to mind
as tension comes to mind
as pressure comes to life.

Death comes from behind
unnoticingly, casually
changes us by and by
from flesh to foul
from desire to soul
from living to dead.

Pleasure comes
pain comes
situation comes
so comes everything
likewise in our life.

Coming and coming
but what to give?

Grasping and grasping
carrying and carrying
getting in and out
Spending all energy and power
in vague, in vain, worthless.

For once only
stop this coming
everything will be alright
everything will be perfect.

Who has this power?
Neither you nor I.
It is Time
the blood sucker
who sucks the juice of life
one day will stop this coming
bringing everything
to a fullstop.