death hovers pregnant
waiting to take birth
lazily eyeing the body
as the clock ticks each breath
limbs lie wasted
eyes a perpetual stare
a disobedient tongue
laboured prana
lives tied together
no moksh for any
karmic travellers
settling accounts
the goddess waits
as she clips her nails
she twirls her locks
and taps her dainty feet
time drips by
agonizing moments
over the labours
to take death
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