It s not the coward alone that dies...

I t  is  not  the   coward   alone  .....

I t is  not   the coward  alone   that 

Dies   a    hundred  Deaths     a  day,

It  is   the  CONSCIOUS    that  dies

All  the  more    thousand   deaths  

a   day  pining   and pining  

with  a   Question, but  for  His

unbounded   Mercy,

where would  We   be?

Turn  to  a  quick, supple   mode,

You    switch on  to  a

Spectrum  of   fish   in 

Colourful  aquarium

To   a   fish Cart drive.

Yet, this  God  ordained

Life  has  to   go  on

Amidst     this    clamouring

For   naught    and   ultimate

Destiny of  ashes!                                                

You  look  up  the Heavens,

The   Majestic   stretch of

Mountains,  the  rocky  coves,

The popped  up plants 

Hither  and thither,

May be survival  instinct

For them too,

Where from    this  in surge of

Battalions, this   intruding

Cockroaches   amidst  the

Killer    instinct  hit   box?

Yet,  these    are   undoubtedly

Beyond  this    Conscious  mode

For vested with  a

Different  Source of  tether

Different   soul.