A Dance Through Mortality

By Arthit KumarDutta

And thus, death behold upon me,

With open arms, embrace it will.

Embrace with absence,

Absence of life, love,

Yet, capable of love, it certainly is.

Capable of life, it is still living in,

Eternal despair forevermore.

One fears Death with terror in their eyes as they see

Flashing past were their lives in harmony.

Does one not embrace Death back too? Perhaps,

Perhaps it deprives us of life and love,

for that is what it solely desires—some love and life.

And embrace it back; I certainly did.

True love for Death I showed as a brother,

Long lost with whom together have I experienced,

Countless wars.

Death is beautiful and abstract; never could I think,

Why Death should be feared and not loved, taken as a friend,

Like the rest of us,

Like all of us.

And here we are, yet again, living life, with Death drooping.

Over my feeble body, every second,

And thus Death beholds upon me,

With open arms, embrace it will.

By Arthit KumarDutta