The Drum Beats Poem by Ramesh Joshi

THE DRUM BEATS.

The drum beats, the world alarmed,
When, voice echoes, beings panick
sticken, beat hearts for survival, fall
fearstruck, wailing, wondering praying.

It is death call, none knowing when and
Where and how and why, all rapped in
mystery leaving none, struggle to escape,
eraging the name from the mortal registery.

None but, Nachiketa dared Death and sought
It's secret, Its, nature returned to proclaim
that it's simply like casting off the old apparel
and wear new to the Soul in relation to body old.

Fear is the death, courage is life; cowards are they,
who die twice before the death lays it's icey hands.