Chat

Birth and death have their regular chat.
It can be better called a routine fight.
Birth was hitting very hard.
Death swallowed every word.
Very hurting descriptions were made.
Adjectives struck at death like a brand new blade.
Death bled from within.
Birth resolved not to give in.
Death decided enough is enough.
To fire or retaliate, death found it real tough.
Its only defence was destiny.
Birth is tagged to death to become history.
Creator wants mortals to join the majority.
Death is the instrument HE uses to end birth’s longevity.
It has no choice but follow destiny’s order.
Death does not want to argue any further.
Not out of will it hurts birth.
Left with an option it would also love to swap place with ‘birth’.
It sheds silent tears.
How much it hates mortals’ fears?
Mortals are so scared of me, death.
With every birth they attach lots of faith.
Celebrations of birth make death’s eyes moist with joy and grief.
The reason being precise and brief;
It feels happy for birth.
It weeps for itself being called death.
Why do I personify sorrow?
Like birth, I too want to grow.
Why am I not?
My constitution is not my fault.
Why is birth always fighting?
I too love life and living!
Mourning to itself death stays for a while.
Not at all sympathetic is birth’s guile?!
As usual death leaves the place forlorn.
Long after, fuming birth too is gone.