Impending Death Poem by Ravinder Kumar Soni

The pigs in the sty,
Poor creatures,
They stare at me with vacant eyes
There is no pain, no fear of death in them
And no prayer for mercy that I can hear,
Resigned to their fate they seem to be
Unaware of death, these souls are.

I know, one day, I have to die
But the thought of death troubles me,
When would I die I need to know,
Of what kind of death I do not know,
Would it be sudden, would it be smooth
Or would it be after thick, painful bouts
I can only dare a guess.