DEATH

She walks with you,

Anytime, anywhere

And everywhere,

Like that obsessed lover,

She follows your footsteps,

Sniffs you out,

Out of your dark hidings,

Or even those sunny hideouts;

She will come and stand,

Right in front,

Looking you straight in the eye,

No, she will never care

Whether you are in the midst of a meeting,

Enjoying with pals,

At dinner,

Dancing and singing,

Or enjoying that dreamy siesta;

She is an enchantress,

The monent she casts her spell,

Cold and grey,

Smiling her deadly smile,

You are sure to lose it all to her

And follow her like a possessed lamb,

To wherever she takes you to;

She is shrouded but real,

The ever powerful,

The forever winner,

Yes! She is Death!

©®Madhumita