Death flows like a breeze

With the utmost ease

Without the least resistance

No place is too “odd”

Be it a palace, hut or a shanty

And it needs no permission

to snuff the life of the mightiest or the lowliest

The entrance of air could be blocked

But not o that of death

‘cause death is a water-sack with thousands of holes

You close one and it gushes out of the other

And there are thousands of holes that just could not be closed

Life-saving drugs fail to prevent it

And so does the latest technology- whatever it may be

‘cause death is an equal opportunity employer

that makes no distinction between

old and young

man and woman

sick and healthy

poor and rich

mighty and weak

leader or follower

It just flows like a breeze

with the utmost ease

where ever and whenever it likes

without the least resistance.