Limbs
are yet to grow
Am
just in the womb,
Eyes
are, but without brow
and
heart is yet to pump.
O
Death, You must be having other things to occupy.
Am
such a small kid
Just
learning to walk,
Have
to express myself
Am
trying to talk.
O
Death, come later,i won’t defy.
My
friends are few
Few
more have to be made,
Many
books to be read
Many
Games are to be played.
O
Death, Hold on, not the time for me to reply.
Have
fallen in love
With
beautiful wife,
Heart
is singing and
song
has become life.
O
Death, give me more time & I will comply.
Children
are to be taken care of
Elders
are to be respected,
The
morals in society
Erosing,
needs to be protected,
O
Death, its not the time to tell the life a good bye.
Though
money I have made
But no
time left to spend,
Erred
many times in life
Have
to discover faults, ways to mend.
O
Death, time is still not ripe, please do not spy.
Yes my
hairs have fallen
And I
have grown old,
But to
me still Life is a mystry
Which I
have to unfold.
O
Death, come next time, I won’t deny.
The
more I desire, the more I pray
Lust
turns hunter and I its prey,
Still
unfulfilled, Still unsatisfied
Longing
for life, all that I can say.
O
Death, the truth is that, I do not want to die, I never want to die.
Ajay Amitabh Suman
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