A hymn to Death

She was hungry

As the Death was at the beginning of the universe

And cold as death has already touched her

Waiting for a warm touch in the lonely dark room

The machines are pumping as if

Draining the water out of fields

Now, she is waiting to be burnt on the woods

 to get some warmth before her journey

Bodies are on the bank of the river Ganga

Waiting to get nirvana,

Before that, her soul jumped in the water

Started swimming along with  fishes

She is in the field of Vietnam

To be the food of seeds

He couldn’t make pyramid for her

So made a locket of her ashes

And started his journey to words the sea,

Which was interrupted by Death

By Rati Saxena