The mighty unbeatable life
asked me a question once,
“What is death ?”
Should I introduce it to her?
Should I kill her before she begins?
With curious eyes and tongue.
She thinks and speaks loud.
Constantly debating, if I heard it?
I, thinking possibilities of answers
that would tear her with no pain.
“Ah!” – I know what to say.
And she listens carefully.
“Death, my child is a mystery.”
Today, she is a doctor.