Death – Parisha Dutta

PC Verywell Mind

How certain is this uncertainity, a cloud meant to create

blossoms washes away the shelter.


A sound, a clap of suddenness, a vision gone blind,

a numb in the flow of blood, a relief to one’s pain,

a pain to another’s loss.

The juggling from this breath to that breath

skips how alive our soul is.

A moment not rendered

to the thought of circle ending each of its dot.

The battle with warriors beside us, leaving them shattered

to dust

in a gust of heavy exhale.


Death, the pride of exhaustion,

petty thievery of wishes and prayers, installs dagger on

growing roots and crumbles every inch

like burning incense ending itself. Only leaving the fra-

grance behind.