Issue: Vol. V, No. 1, May-July, 2026

Death a Symphony

Blessed by God
A man of glory was I
As proud as a lion
Death, only just a word to me

Then he knocked at my door
Driven by pure kindness
Swept away thy gloom
And showered the blessings of man upon me

Was it his fault or mine
I know not
Now, grieving while staring at his grave
I know what death was to him
A symphony never meant for the ears of man.

Nawab Mukril Zadeed is a 4th-semester student of the BS-MS programme at the Indian Institute of Science Education and Research Tirupati.