When It is Time

First, she closed the city doors.
"Neither you come nor I go."
She said that to her friends and relatives
But death couldn't care less.

It had its own vehicle

Air could not be shackled

Flowing from one end to the other

Harvesting lives, the Grim Reaper

Like birds dropping from the sky

The news of death all around her did fly

It began with the old but young not spared

Step out of the door, she did not dare!

Her neighbours and shop vendors

Seemed to be death's harbingers

She kept them at her doorstep

It was really death she wished to hold up

"Fear makes you die 

More than one time."

"But it lets me live

Longer than the ones who die."

It broke through the door

Crossed the threshold

Claimed them one by one

Nothing could be done.

Save herself she would

Do whatever she could

But alone now that she stood

Life seemed no longer good\

It waved bye bye

"Live long my child

For your time is yet to come

And that day I will be welcome."

Was it mocking?

Was it taunting?

A curse without doubt

For in tears she drowned

Having left her bereft

With none to protect

In a world filled with death

And the rest filled with dread.

She wondered what was life

Filled though it was with strife

It had filled her days

With laughter and merry ways

Now it was all gloom

The world seemed doomed

Sun shone but clouds covered it

With no silver lining in sight.

Yet, when there is life

There is hope, even if slight

Sun will blaze through, burning bright

Clouds will disperse, and there will be light.

She picked up the threads

Though with unsteady tread

Knowing she could do nothing

Till it was her day of reckoning.