An ode to Death

Few verses on the ultimate call

Death knocks not on the doors of life, But barges in, unwanted.

It comes but once, and Once it is, And once is enough to bring Our entire universe crumbling down.

I know not what form it dons, Or what shape it assumes, Or whence it cometh.

But when it does come, Life stands no chance before death.

It is the last stop in life’s journey. It has the final say, the last laugh.

Oh how sweet is death! It congregates foes, Gets atheists to pray, The uncaring, to shed a tear, The haters, to finally love, in regret.

Death is the call of time. But who can ever escape the lash of time.

To the ultimate, imperative, universal one, This is an ode.