Last call

Megha's World

We all are waiting for that final call, aren’t we?

“Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It’s the transition that’s troublesome.”
― Isaac Asimov

What are you made up of
strong metallic armor
with a toned body
covered
with a warm
beating supple heart
and love undefined

Did that iota of the primordial
gell still flows in your veins
and you descend from the
family of warriors and fighters
and still, lay your claim

To the thrones
which are marked by the
scars and washed with
the proverbial blood of the
those who broke
their backs and bent their bones
to resurrect your existence

What are you made up of
your pallid face
and the defeated broken soul
which tries to
lay itself in the deep slumber
never to be awakened
those bent and broken fingers
which still long
for the
warmth in the womb

That single ray of light

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