31 thoughts on “Death. Death, Won’t You Come Here?

  1. Death said
    Don’t call for me,
    Solanki,
    with each word you waste your breath
    I’m not a malevolent being,
    from a cause I’m an effect

    You always antagonize me,
    Try to triumph over my will
    Can’t you see that I don’t stalk you,
    I wait… in time, at the end of your life,
    and I stand still

    With each second you’re alive you take a step closer to me,
    Nothing’s set in stone,
    I’ve been forced to pickup early

    Does this scare you?
    Here’s a fact: I don’t always take you when it’s not your time to go.
    Eventually, I’ll pick you up,
    (after what I hope is a long, happy, life)
    gently, like an old friend
    Don’t fight it then, I’m inevitable

    But what you can do,
    with the time you have left
    is to use
    those years, wisely

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  2. This is so beautiful. I love it. It’s very powerful and heartfelt.

    I would love if you checked out my blog. I write stories and love any critical appreciation on writing style, layout, topics, anything. I would love to become as skilled as you in this art called writing. Thank you 🙂

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  3. Love all your poetry but this awesome, so much meaning in such few words. If I had to use a single word to describe it…pithy.

    Thanks for the inspiration, I might have to experiment with poetry soon…

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  4. Your poetry is beautiful don’t give up on it, calling for death. I only wrote this because I have lost a great artist due to his own call to death and would not feel right if I didn’t tell you how talented you are and how much the world would miss without your art. Maybe this piece is not a true cry for death and in that case, carry on. 🙂

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