Waiting for Death

by Prafulla Sahu

Death! I ’m afraid if you can trample the thorns of agony
Spread all over my courtyard;
You are bare footed,
Any way, come,
I will give you studs for your boots
And armours, made of my iron ribs to shield you.
My home is a maze of wants
Where witch of poverty screams,
Amid spider webs of blotchy bangles,
Don’t be afraid, my unmarried daughter is ready to guide you in.
My dream is Kumbhakarna,the devouring demon
Having eaten up everything that I had
Throwing thunderbolts from nidrasan
Demanding another head
Don’t fear, my unemployed son is sitting beside him
To greet you .
My God is terrible Shiva with deadly cobras around his neck,
Don’t worry; my wife has tied him in her coarse saree
Surveying Day and night,
She is all set with garlands for you.
My creaking door is a ferocious dog, never chained
Don’t bother I can chain my faith in me to bring you in.

30-Aug-2011

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Comments on this Poem

Anguish has driven to pessimism - an avarage voice of the poor, frustrated India? May be, may be not I am not too sure. Why death should come bare footed? Do you want that it should come stealthly, then one is not sincere in the invitation. I do not want to die, I feel like it, because I have failed. Is it an agony of failure or just an impotent rage of the avarage man?

Bijoy Chandra Mohapatra
28-Mar-2012 03:01 AM

Thanks Shivani.however i would be happy to receive some concrete comments.

prafulla sahu
04-Sep-2011 02:28 AM

nice poem.......

shivani chandak
03-Sep-2011 08:31 AM