Passage to Death

Like the pied piper;
His pipe emitting tunes
mellifluous,
Evoking visions,
Life leads us along. 
 
We,on earth,follow;
Intoxicated,
Hypnotized, 
In step with the tune. 
Knowing not where it leads,
Why we relentlessly follow?
 
Then one day
the music stops. 
The trance breaks. 
Excruciating pain takes over; 
Momentarily. 
Then all that is left is
Nothing but
A deafening silence.

#FOWC-Nothing

Author: gdutta17

Born in the year 1968, my childhood was spent amidst the beautiful scenic landscape of a small town in India, Ranchi. Though an engineer by qualification, reading, writing and cooking are my passions. Another thing that I am passionate about is my country, India. As they say, a lifetime is probably not enough to explore the whole of India. Currently based in Kolkata, I can be reached at gdutta17@gmail.com.

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