Just as slowly as a raindrop falls,
‘IT’ came to me with open arms
I knew ‘IT’ had heard my calls
For ‘IT’ had come in steady trots.
I knew the words ‘eternal love’
But still I hesitated to speak;
‘IT’ was dressed as a dove,
With a flower in its beak.
‘IT’ halted by me with her timid smile,
A beauty that I had never seen
The words had gathered in a pile,
Whose weight stooped me down.
I emptied my heart of the last word,
‘IT’ knew; ‘IT’ had found ‘eternal love’
All the words were clearly heard,
And ‘IT’ hugged me and moved closer.
But then I showed reluctance for ‘IT’
Because I had recognised-
I knew Death was ‘IT’,
And Death had found ‘eternal love’ with me.
- Author: Quiller (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: February 21st, 2011 07:12
- Comment from author about the poem: Something mysterious is calling me... I am moving closer, that thing- whatever it is- is drawing me towards it by some mysterious force. Everything is intriguing, and yet very terrifying... At last I discover that 'it' is something very horrifying and I want to run away, but it is too late. This poem, also written in the earlier days, says about the mystery behind the object that was calling me near it. In the same way, all of we humans move towards this mysterious thing called death in a dazed way, and we don't come to know that it is death we are moving towards until we reach it, but then it is too late to return...!
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