Rohith Ramdas - A Virtuous Death

The denouement of an odd farce
Chose an odd hour to intrude
'An unjust twist! ' cried the spectators
Their fate was to behold and lament
'Devil take the wretched playwright
Blasted be his deplorable whims! ' swore they
And at once echoed the proprietor's voice:
'I am he who scribbled the script
With the mighty quills of destiny
Hearken the truth, O deluded oafs
Death is the father of untainted equity
Under whose aegis thrives rectitude
For the final justice is mortal's right
Swear not but hail that inevitable reason
Grieve not but envy the fortuity of those
Whose toils are now but things of past
If ye seek a charm to evade death
Unto ye I say, never be born! '
'How come? ' quoth the sceptic audience
And the omniscient uttered hence:
'Forsake the gnawing sense of self
For restive waves of life shall rest in peace
And cease to break against the boulders of death
Once they recede from the shores of desire! '

Rohith Ramdas

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