Divine Voice

It is morning. I am sitting next to my window and thinking of today's newspapers. Death is as common as common cold in India. And so this poem is dedicated to those who have gone to the somewhere from where they will never come back.

The lights are fading
And death is waiting
At your feet to catch you and take you away
But you wont give in
Though your chances are too thin
For death is at your feet and you'll have to pay.

You remember your first day at your new school
You tried to look cool, but were made a fool
Ah, those days tempt you so much
But you cant do anything as such.

The lights fade more and darkness is spreading
For death is impatient and hates waiting.

You remember giving your board exams
Desperately trying to cheat
You dont remeber the answer not a single thing
And the students are too far from your seat.

You remeber breaking the rules on your bike
And your marriage, your children and all those you like
You leave your possesions behind over here
After you have taken there so much care.

You remember all those wrong deeds
You did sometimes to fulfill your needs
And sometimes you were just being bad
For something you wanted or did not have.

You pray for forgiveness drom all those deeds
And a divine voice forgives yuo before you plead.

You know you're gone, you've left your land
For ultimate forgiveness can be granted by only one
And you realise why the divine voice was so calm
For it belonged to yhe one with so many daughters and sons.