Injustice

by Rupradha Mookerjee

Death is doing so much injustice,

It’s visiting someone who is very happy,

Someone who has a lovely family,

Her daughter is expecting soon,

Why death has to engulf all their joy

At such an auspicious occasion?

What will happen to the new born,

And her daughter and her husband?

This is absolutely not done.

When I want death to embrace me

Why doesn’t it ever come to me?

Nobody will even cry on my death;

Without hurting anyone’s feelings

I will leave this world forever,

I am lonely, no one loves me,

Why doesn’t death visit me?

It’s neither fair on her nor me,

Death is doing so much injustice!

03-May-2012

More By : Rupradha Mookerjee

Views: 1507 Comments: 6

Comments on this Poem

excellent lines..hats off to you..

Rupradha
04-May-2012 15:01 PM

The long shadow of Death is a probe
That trots randomly around the globe
It has no eyes, none that you can see
And is impartial, not a jerk-knee

So why weep, or pray, begging it to come
To fill a void, when love leaves one numb?

Kanchan Bhattacharya
03-May-2012 22:29 PM

may be Kulbir Ji!!

rupradhamookerjee
03-May-2012 15:12 PM

love can never come..no hopes..thanks anyways Prof!!

rupradhamookerjee
03-May-2012 15:03 PM

Nobody will cry - that isn't true!

Kulbir
03-May-2012 13:12 PM

Rupradha, don't talk about death. Change your mood.I think death is not your province but life full love and hope.Come on
write more loving poems on love

flame
03-May-2012 12:59 PM