Wednesday, May 16, 2012

Govind Nishar “Death is what remains of it all”


An approaching fall on the moving road of life 
Into the tenebrous nothingness of the vast unknown. 
The gaping maw of an all-swallowing black hole 
From which no life can escape, no light illuminate. 
A fearful end to a blissful illusion 
That clings to uncertain moments, oblivious of inevitable oblivion. 
An abrupt halt to a brief sojourn 
From an unknown origin to some invisible destination. 
Each step in the light takes us closer to the dark; 
Each life-giving breath takes life away. 
Unthinking, uncaring, untroubled, unaware 
Helpless sheep fattened on the green pastures of life, 
We are devoured as food by the master predator. 
Beckoned by this or that high peak of ambition 
We claw over each other only to fall forever into the pit. 
Eager to gain and possess the world 
We grasp at its gifts only to be robbed of it all. 
Born to perish and begun to end 
Life seems a fragile, vain and pointless struggle... 
When death is all that seems to remain. 


                                                               - Govind Nishar


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