Walking along a straight path,
I meet someone, unknown may be,
Everyday, different places, time not same,
Staring at me, no smile.
Penetrating deep into my heart;
Strange!
First day, no attention,
Second day, a little bit,
Third day, ignored with a glitch,
Fourth, fifth, sixth… everyday…
Little fear in my heart,
Is that Death, waiting?
~Debdoot Mukherjee
Kolkata, India
It’s a wonderful composition, Debdoot ji. Day by day, we’re moving towards it.
Really fantastic and wonderful poem . ❤️
People start thinking about death slowly.
But sometimes it’s sudden.