The Last Summon

By Iti Nautiyal

The tyrant death has come

smiling it has won.

Winning has been its game

despairing all when it came.

Her sleepless hours came to an end

when his has just begun.

She bid him with a smile on face

and a tough life to run.

The creepy hours moved towards her

it touched her with ease yet destroyed him.

His eyes widened with fear

as her eyes grew dim.

The mask of death hovered over

as she lay quiet and still

as she met it, until-

the images faded into despair.

Slowly her pulse moved

and he knew death has come.

It shook his every nerve

while her nerve grew numb.

Into the recollections of her past,

she wandered like a child.

She wanted to feel that every moment

but death grew wild.

She wanted him to hold her close,

caress her one time more.

Touching him and his son

Then she could calmly could summon.

Oh! Tyrant Death you have been cruel

You chose an innocent one

I know where you aimed

You would spare us none.

She aged just thirty two

years in hand as she had few.

God gave her the best of heart

and life of a kind they did start.

The blessing of their union was a son

and blessed was she a hundred ton.

The count of death has just begun

abandoning her motherhood, a note undone.

Now you leave them in sorrow

biding him to a sweet morrow.

Binding him to all the woes

bringing up the fruit that they had sowed.

May you rest in peace dear

Leaving us here to mourn.

In this cycle of life and death

I pray to God

For thy soul reborn.

By Iti Nautiyal