Poem: About Death
By Dr. Archan Mehta
Death:
You can’t touch me,
With your sharp fangs,
And your monstrous hands,
For I have tasted
The elixir of a life
Spent in splendid isolation,
And surrounded by
Beautiful objects made
Of tears, sweat and blood.
Death,
Your game is over:
You no longer scare
Even a pigeon in flight,
Nor can you claim
To be different and unique,
For we no
Longer recognize you.
Death,
Look how this
Bright and red
Flame from a candle
Burns with the
Passion of life.
Death,
You can kill my body,
But not my spirit,
For the spirit, after all,
Is timeless, ageless, and everlasting.
Death,
Come and dance on stage
Over broken pieces of glass.
Death,
Gaze at the naked
Angels soaring above
You like an airplane
In mid-flight.
Death,
You are, finally,
A stranger to me.
Death,
Don’t you see?
Death,
Its over
Between you and me!
Death,
Even if you are desperate
And visit me like
An unwanted guest,
For a change, I will
Lay you to rest in a funeral home
Where only ghosts and phantoms roam.
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Dr. Archan Mehta has earned a PhD. in Management. Currently, Dr. Mehta is a Freelance Writer and Consultant based in India. Over the years, Dr. Mehta’s creative work has been featured in numerous publications in India, U.K., USA, South Africa and the Middle East. In his free time, Dr. Mehta likes to stroll in the outdoors, party with close friends, listen to music and stay on top of current events. Dr. Mehta is also fond of meditation. Please feel free to reach out to Dr. Mehta at
