DEATH, DON’T BE PROUD

DEATH, DON’T BE PROUD


Death, you may kill me but can
Never kill my spirit.
It’s in my spirit to sing;
I shall never leave it.

Kicking I came to the world
And kicking I shall go.
I cannot just watch idly
The vibrating life-show.

I shall sing out ghazals and
The sonnets I shall sing.
Woebegone to my life I
O Death, shall never cling.

Death, do not be proud that my
Body you can vanquish.
You just cannot touch my soul,
Though such may be your wish.

• Written in abcb, 7-6-7-6 format.

• Sister poem: DEATH, I AIN’T AFRAID OF YOU
http://www.writing.com/main/view_item/item_id/1352854#sw


M C Gupta
26 November 2007. Revised 22 April 2015.