Knock

Knock ! knock ! "Who's there ?"

"It's me.... !".. "It's me ! who?"

Open the door and you'll find out

I opened the door just a little bit

to see who had been knocking

ever so gently the visitor entered

Scarcely making sound of her footsteps

She opened her heeled shoes..

took off her sweaty socks.......

Stood silently as if waiting for me to speak


She looked exquisitely beautiful

clad in a pretty bright yellow dress

Hair long and brown ,fragrant,enticing

"Who're you? and what d'you want from me?"

"I'm your soul and have come to take away

your body which it's time to leave"

I must be in a nightmare !! thought I

"But Madam I've scarcely begun living..

Besides, I'm not old,sick,or anything!"

"Sorry Sir,but I have been instructed!"


So we left together on that night

hand in hand ,losing myself to eternity

I did feel good,not in the least unhappy!

Maybe I'll be back someday from that place

People call heaven or hell, whatever

I enjoyed her company and fragrance

Never cared to look back at my aching

weary corpse lying on a soft white couch !!




©Bishwanath Mukherjee

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Just a thought................... Typed just now. May not be tasty. 

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---but yes, in reference to

---but yes, in reference to what you said in your email, Bishu---chillingly real without the comfort of seeing one's body resting peacefully on the couch---!!!!!!!!! wow. yes.

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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "

 

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Great imagination! Though the Lady of Death took away your life, she still left you with the choice of returning from eternity! Nevertheless, you enjoyed her company and never cared to look back! Quite a thought!
Ben

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I like it!!!  Yes, we will

I like it!!! 

Yes, we will not feel or care about our body once left! This is what we are supposed to believe! We will not know until the lady knocks on the door.

 

I do hope her feet do not smell too much.

 

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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "