Waiting for Ms Reaper

It is not the first sprint, but the last lap that counts.

Far away, in the distance, she waits for me,
Even as I inch my way through, as slow as can be,
A lot of love's in her cold embrace, I know,
And in her skeletal arms I can rest, forever more.

Oh, how I long for the end - to melt into sweet nothingness,
It's what I was born for, since life's first caress,
But the road there, I'm afraid, is what I fear,
The pain, the misery that separates my love from me.

Okay, enough of this... I tire already,
How long do I bang on this cage, wanting to be free?
But then, I could be wrong, sooner may be the end,
Maybe she's right here, at the very next bend.

My mistress eternal, Death.

Mr President... NO!!

Our Honourable President A P J Abdul Kalam visited the European Union Parliament at Athens recently, where he recited a certain poem for the benefit of all the hapless attendees. For those who have missed out on it, here's an excerpt:

Beautiful environment leads
To beautiful minds
Beautiful minds generate
Freshness and creativity
Created explorers of land and sea
Created minds that innovate
Created great scientific minds
Created everywhere, why
Gave birth to many discoveries
Discovered a continent and unknown lands
Ventured into unexplored paths
Created new highways
In the minds of the best
Worst was also born
Generated seeds of battle and hatred
Hundreds of years of wars and blood
Millions of my wonderful children
Lost in the land an sea
Tears flooded many nations
Many engulfed in ocean of sadness...

A pity, huh?
This isn't funny in the slightest. Wondering if a signature campaign would prevent our long-haired friend from committing similar atrocities in the future.


P.S.: Looking at the brighter side, now I know that my poetry ain't the worst!