Introduction:- I wrote this poem when my dad was on his death bed terminally ill with cancer. For a person in depression or for someone who is suicidal in nature , death seems to be a way on the basis of which his/her eternal sufferings can come to an end. So I have written this poem from the point of view of a depressed person who glorifies death. After all life is a mere illusion, while death is the harsh inescapable truth of every mortal’s life.
Descending from your deadly flight
I see you glide at night.
You slither like a venomous snake
whose prey has nowhere to escape.
In your divine deadly beauty
You coldly conduct your sorrowful duty.
Oh bosom friend of depression,
who makes souls go in isolation
you show us the path to hell & salvation.
Free me of my sufferings dear,
patiently in agony I’m waiting here.
Envelope my soul in your embrace,
Smother my body with tender grace.
In your arms, take me to a place
where my soul would be safe.
My pain grows day by day,
In this wicked world I don’t wish to stay
where at my sufferings people mock & play
my pain crosses all limits , I can’t bear,
while people continue to laugh & stare.