The Visitor

Many of us get too busy living that we never imagine an end. Life will have meaning and purpose only when we know our time is limited.

“The Visitor” by Santosh Annabattula dwells upon this existential truth, personifying Death as a whimsical, mysterious being who brings ‘closure’ to our lives.

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Cover Photo by Pankaj Tottada

Some people look at you with dread

Some people look up to you for deliverance

And some pretend they’ll never see you

But you eventually catch up with everyone

Aren’t you always around the corner?

Lurking in the neighbourhood

Sometimes a passer-by, sometimes a guest

Nobody knows when and how you will come

Wherever you go, you are unwelcome

People fear your ravenous appetite

And your unpredictable idiosyncrasies

But you are as definite as the flow of time

What do we address you as?

Grim Reaper, Mrityu or Death

You come, you take, and go back

Aren’t you mysterious and whimsical?

You always claim what you want

Sometimes a few, sometimes a crowd

Often accompanied by violence or pain

Or at times in peace and even in sleep

You don’t care about race or religion

Rich or poor, saint or sinner, don’t matter

Aren’t you a great leveller of our times?

And the indisputable truth in our lives.

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Credits

This poem was photographed by Pankaj Tottada.

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Product

This poem is available in paperback & ebook.

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