By Rohan Kaushik
Death will forever
Lead lost souls;
We shall forever think
He has a heart of coal,
With a touch ice-cold.
We think he is the reason
For the end of our brothers;
But the truth is -
He finds no joy
In the demise of others.
He stands and watches, from afar
Witnessing a murder or crash of a car;
There’s nothing he can do
But feel the pain
That we feel too.
In our last moments,
He will look at us
With sadness in his empty eyes;
And gently pick up our soul,
Leaving the shell behind.