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SOLVING A PUZZLE

Oct 19, 2022
2 min read

By Aswathi Prasanth


Natural death it was told to be

For whom

For the demised?

Or the onlookers?

Or just for nature alone?

Natural death!

I forgot the definition

Even forgot if it is defined at all



Fine, fine…

Defining sounds simple

Let me do that

In a handful of words...

Naturally one stops...

No role for the self

Nature is in main role

You just watch life flying out

You don't have strain or pain

Your hard work doesn't count

Drunkard you might be

Not for a few weeks

You worked hard for years

But you let yourself be admitted

You died in a hospital -

Natural death it is

Nature alone has role

So why did they play with words

To assert a few to be 'unnatural'

Or' artificial' deaths!

Accident it was...

Again no role for the self...

Still they denied it to be natural

Did you know the speed of all

The motors all around the hour!

She died at a very young age

Or at an 'unnatural age' for being dead

Have you decided a 'die-able' age!

The list of artificiality grows...

So healthy he was-

Skin was perfect, could walk straight,

No hair fall was detected

Yet he committed suicide

Nothing but artificial death...

Did you ever look into his eyes?

But in the word play you forget

If anything sounds natural

Everything is natural

If anything sounds unnatural

Everything is unnatural

This tabulation shall fail

The beauty of something

That is beyond calculations

Of intellect and indexes

Let people live

Let people die

Let earth revolve

Let sun go and come

Let springs bring rain

Let winters be dry

Let summer be chilly

If it wishes

Look at everything as

A child looks at all

It just watches, never counts

It sees the more of it

It sees the whole of it

Everything natural and unnatural

Is nothing but natural

Everything natural and unnatural

Is nothing but unnatural

None has assigned us

With categorisation yet

It’s not word play

My handful of words fail

But mindful of willingness wins

And the puzzle is declared as solved

In a very puzzling way...


By Aswathi Prasanth





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