DEATH..

I lose my patience ...

When I think of Death ,the final dot

I lose my patience day and night

I wish I had a  bright torch

To search for him in the dark

The Master who practices

The art of death to perfection

For him ,it is a matter of right

To put that dark dot in place

To complete the circle of LIFE

To complete the  circle of DEATH

For death accompanies all always

Right from the Birth  in the womb

The clock ticks away in abandon

And we take it for granted 

And Death performs his duty

And keeps his accounts clean

Keeping a close watch on his clock

Till the pendulum stops swinging 

Let us enjoy living our life to the full

Moment by moment,as the clock ticks...