The Visitor

Jun 25, 2023

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Updated: Jul 10

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, it doesn’t matter.

Aren’t you a great leveller of our times?

And the indisputable truth in our lives.

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This poem was written by Santhosh Annabattula and photographed by Pankaj Tottada.

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