We don’t fear death

by Megha Sood / May 19th, 2019

We don’t fear death,
We are afraid of being forgotten.
A body meets death three times.
First, when the last sliver of the breath
leaves its existence.
Second, when you are buried
scattered among the elements
and third when your name
is called out the last time.
We stay alive in the
deep crevices of the memory
we harshly deny the
the certitude of the death.
needed to be reminded
Again and again.
Fighting for our survival
for that name to be uttered
To be called out once more
before it gets absorbed
in the folds of the oblivion
We write reams of scriptures
carve our existence on the
broken scales of the caves
to last our existence through eons
Like a rope going through the rim
of that blind well
Leaving its broken marks.
Such is our boisterous claim to immortality
Survival is the only instinct we know
hunger is the only truth
we conform to.
We are beautiful,
We all are immortal
till our names are called for the last time
We don’t fear the death
We are afraid of being forgotten.

Megha Sood lives in Jersey City, New Jersey. She is a contributing author at GoDogGO Cafe, Candles Online, Free Verse Revolution, Whisper and the Roar, Poets Corner and contributing editor at Ariel Chart. Her 290+ works have been featured in 521 Magazine #Sideshow, Oddball, Pangolin review, Fourth and Sycamore, Paragon Press and more. Her poetry has recently been published in the anthology "We will not be silenced" by Indie Blu(e) Publishing and upcoming in six other anthologies by US, Australian and Canadian Press. She recently won 1st prize in NAMI NJ Dara Axelrod Mental Health Poetry contest. Read other articles by Megha, or visit Megha's website.

This article was posted on Sunday, May 19th, 2019 at 8:01am and is filed under Poetry.