Ths One Named Death

Bidit Konwar Neog

 

Death, who is Death?

For most she is pain and suffering,

cruel and merciless.

But when I beheld her....

 

When I beheld Death,

I couldn’t believe that someone so beautiful

could be full of cruelly and misery.

To me she was like the silence

on a wintry night

and my only wish

to rest with her at the end of my time,

to find peace and silence eternal.

 

To me she seemed like

a promise of peace eternal.

Death asked me what is my desire

I replied "To be in your cold embrace

in eternal silence.”

 

  • Author: Bidit Konwar Neog (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 8th, 2026 11:50
  • Comment from author about the poem: This was the result of the long thanatophobia that I had which turned into an infatuation for Death. Don't worry I'm perfectly fine I'm not suicidal.
  • Category: Reflection
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