Death's Sweet Arrival

He never told me about any pain,
But constantly hung along with me.
Loomed around my beautiful room,
Waiting for me to come out.
He always talked to me in whispers
Once I asked him , "Why do people hate you?"
He then answered, That I was a painful truth, my dear"
That day, I couldn't properly understand the rhyme perhaps
But today when I'm about to fall,
When I feel like my grips loosing,
I can feel the depth of his words.

Death may be called as a priceless gift
for man, from the Almighty,
For it is when he finds the ultimate truth
The dusk and dawn of life.

Neetha Maria Bobby, XII B