Death

Death

Words scatter
vowels fly-- consonants dry
yet adjectives flatter
in this dying hour

I know the Angel is waiting
at door ajar
absolutely indifferent

undisturbed by cries of your
neighbours—family members

happy for your
transition from material life 
to life beyond

ultimate union of souls

rajkumar@kolkata
Ruby Hospital
24-10-2013
By Rajkumar, © 2013, All rights reserved. Author notes:--
I'm in a tug-of-war between Death and Love..Both are equally lovable to me.
I know not which one is prettier to me..Just posting two poems on them.May
be some of you can relate to this type of thinking.
rajkumar
25-10-2013