DEATH 1 : SONNET 8

When death reminds me he will come - a truth

Inevitable like setting of the sun -

I stare at life dumbly from North to South,

From East to West. A haze holds me forlorn !

Yet, desperately I float through the girth.

Light years deep, but my travail hits no shore !

I look heavenward in awe, then down to earth

Beneath my feet, but tiz all death does roar !

What life could I measure if tiz to set 

Fore'er - opposed to sun that'll rise again ?

Same sun forever : shape, glow, life and zest;

And I'm no more , neither my gain or pain !

No count what I have got or will bequeath,

My life is short-lived in infinite death !!

- N P SAMAL