Death gives a profound context
to our meaningless babble
It is a waiting train ready
to start amidst our squabble.
It seems to have power
to pardon mediocrity
for every deadman is a hero
with his qualities extolled.
There is no low, middle
or a high class death.
It is an equalizer atlast
for the years of injustice in life.
Values that decompose at unequal speed
in life, acquire a uniformity in death
It singles us out
into a duel with the untested paths.
Life is a mist hanging above the lake
enshrouding the expanse of coldness
It has to clear up and give way
to the stillness of death.