Death Is Not An Option. Poem by RAJ VIKRAM

Death is not an option.

No I am not a prisoner
condemned to death,
for me to tremble
and shudder about
my impending non existence.

I do fear death just like
any being with that
unnecessary faculty
called ability to reason
But I have died many times.

When I am not able to speak
When I yearn to do it
I consider it something
which may be akin to death.
For I know not, what real death is.

I observe my funeral rites
every time I find myself
suddenly sidelined
for apparently no reason
and disdainfully ignored.

But I have found as if
in serendipity something
beyond death and pain.
A place, a space where
death holds no terrors.

Death may strive to erase me
When it feels like doing
And I for one is not naive
enough to believe that
death shall not have its dominion.

But I can say with strong conviction
Being where I belong now,
that death is not an option
I know death won't agree
and will have its way.

But I can be proud that I knew
what eternity is may be fleetingly,
Also I have died many times before.
I will say with pride
death is not an option for me
Whatever death may think.