Death

DEATH
There was a sense of pain,
The heart stopped beating.
A coldness began to fill up the body,
Untill it became numb.
Life had left him,
Welcoming the King of Death.
He went away into the dark land,
Along with the fading light.
Everthing will be dark for him now,
Where his eyes-lids had shut.

People gathered around,
Eyes were moist and sullen.
Sounds were heard,
Of prayers from trembling mouths.
The lifeless body lay there,
To be cleansed,
And to be put in its new house.
The House of the Dead.
Where it will lie forever,
To be one with the earth,
And to be forgotten.

To be locked up in the dark house,
Is everyone's final destiny.
The breath of life has to stop one day,
Giving place to Death.
A coldness fills the body,
Untill it becomes numb.
Bindiya Mathew