Too near a death I passed
Too near my  own funeral came
Although unhurt I'm  not  the  same
Visions  of blood on  the  road  stained

Too near a death I passed
Too close to the land of the slain
Where  wounds shall never give pain
Dead men walk and where time's the same

Too near a death I passed
Too close to my cremation pyre
The flames meant to cleanse off desire
A prayer to send me to the infinate naught.

Too near  a  death I  passed
Too close the scythe to the head it sought
Where the  soul leaves the path with dangers fraught
And in the  eternal steam like a leaf be  caught
 
                                                                         Yudisthra G
                                                                       31st  May  1999