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 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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  • Lifewellspoken

    Nice photo great poem.

  • Alexandre Landsley

    The picture just capture my attention and the poem just do the rest........good one

    • SauravRHS

      Thank google for the photo and thank me for the poem!

    • Cheeky Missy

      Almost reminiscent that.....every man is tempted when he is drawn away of his own lust and enticed; then when lust has conceived it brings forth sin, and sin, when it is finished, brings forth man runs unwittingly to his own destruction. Creepy.

      • SauravRHS

        Yeah, you are right. Anyways, I have edited the poem and made it more fitting. Please check out, 'It edited'...

        • Cheeky Missy

          Thanks...I just did. Unfortunately for this discussion, I disremember how the poem originally sat, so I don't know what you altered. Yet again, it is such a reminder of God's Word, for He declares "...the fool hasteth to the snare and knoweth not that it is for his life.." as well so many other places(in the Bible) that indicate this very truth that we unwittingly seek death. And once in its grip....repentance is too excellent reminder.

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