Death of a poet

struggling with words
is not a precursor
to death of a poet
rather it’s a precursor
to his rebirth

he might struggle
like a snake
shaking off old skin
torn between the
protection of today
and longing for tomorrow

but when a poet
becomes afraid to shed
the skin, cracked and abused
when he stops believing
in rebirth, and the necessity
of death

when he becomes oblivious
to fading power of words,
forms, images
to the curse of familiarity,
the erosive power of time
that can make sublime
look banal and ordinary

when he stops believing
in the myth of creation
for the sake of it
beyond audience
beyond considerations
of longevity, purpose,
relevance

when he doubts,
his own immortality,
however flitting
it is then,
that the poet knows
death is knocking
on the door

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