DEATH, REALITY AND ME, a poem from Samita CHATTOPADHYAY (India).

Death was on the doorstep

And I met Reality;

Reality looked at my grim face;

He asked,

“Do you know me ?

Or

Do you know that you don’t know me?”

“I have descried you;

And now you are here”

“Describe me”

“I cannot;

You change your face every moment”

“Okay!

Tell me,

Is death outside me ?”

“You are all-encompassing…”

“Even ‘unreal’ is within me…”

“How can ‘unreal’ stay with you ?”

“Because that is also other face of mine;

Where there is shadow on me,

People call it ‘unreal’

He stared at me…

Suddenly he shot another question :

“If ‘Death’ is within me

And if you know that,

Then why are you in somber mood ?”

“I know you

But

Cannot accept you”

“An egghead…...”

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The whirligig of time…

And now

I am clasping Reality…

Samita CHATTOPADHYAY