DEATH, DON’T BE PROUD

DEATH, DON’T BE PROUD


Death you may kill me, but can’t
Ever kill my spirit.
Singing is my passion and
I will never leave it.

I came to the world kicking
And kicking shall I go.
I can’t be mute spectator
Of the vibrant life-show.

I shall sing out ghazals and
The sonnets I shall sing.
But woefully, to my life,
O Death, I will not cling.

Death, do not be proud that my
Body you can vanquish.
You just cannot touch my soul,
Though such may be your wish.



• Written in abcb, 7-6-7-6 format.

• Sister poem: "DEATH, I AIN’T AFRAID OF YOU" 


M C Gupta
26 November 2007