When we breathe our last

The last breath has a lot to say;
But it is fully choked by the sway,
Of the Stygian rope,that stays hidden,
To clip our breezy breath,all of a sudden.
Was it a word on the will,or a clear confession,
That the withered voice,mumbled to mention?
Othello said'the pity of it Iago,the pity of it'.
It is a pity,the falling voice,fails headlines to hit.

Last breath honks through the lungs like ambulance;
Death wrests it with a whip of cute or crooked silence.
A victim of coma runs his last breath as right riddance;
The rich and the poor,pass away,in severance or penance.
As the loving breathe their last oxygen of love's essence,
Cries abound everywhere,mourning love's loud absence.
                                                      
    P. Chandrasekaran.
Note:-1}Othello was the woeful hero of one of the awesome tragedies of Shakespeare.2}Stygian-dark,gloomy