Life and its Death

The body was weak and frail…..
The last minutes have arrived said whispers outside …
Life was leaving the body as a trail
Death arrived and with it the books of trade …

Time was very precious they both knew that …
Anytime one may have to leave and another take over …
So they both stayed and started the math
The haggling business of their takeover ….

The air between them went still sometimes
They both stood sizzled expecting the other to disappear…
They could hear the outside noise and whines…
But both went on as accounts had to be cleared….

Life had some broken dreams, some memories
A saga of struggles and a hope to live on …
Death had the drug to keep away cravings and worries
an antidote for attachments that may have born….

Life handed its bundle of things to death
Glad that it had left some outside…
Its eyes still shone with past glory and truth…
Its hands as hard as itself and frail as a child…

Death saw if the journey ahead was prepared for
The soul had to be cleaned and freed after this…
It looked into life’s eyes which craved more
Death shook its head knowing this was pure business

The trade of the soul was thus done …
Time came and finished the deal ..
Life tipped its hat to declare that death had won
Deaths journey had just begun …..

In life there is death and in death there is life ….
This was their final pledge said
The outside whispers grew louder with grief
And inside it was the silence of the wind