A story of one.

The poem reminisces the last seconds of a martyr life-could be Christian, Islamic, Judaist, Hindu, Buddhist, name it. The immediate pain, suffering or apparent loss is transient and rewarding. For a martyr, his/her death does not stop what has happened, what is happening, or what is to come. This poem was inspired by the poet’s romance with martyrology. In the bid to see the mind of martyrs (some of whom are regarded as suicide bombers in modern parlance), the poet comes to understanding that the essence of martyrdom is the defiance of death couched in the belief and hope that there is something or someone bigger than themselves whose ends must be served. The hope of martyrs lies not in the earthly reward but the eternal, other-worldly reward- and also the contentment that others will also follow his footsteps.

Death is NOT a great leveller at all. In Death we see the same prejudice and discrimination The Living face.