I May Die
It's not strange, not queer,
not a matter to heave a sigh.
I'm very near, near,
near to death, I may die.
Tomorrow's sunlight,
I may not see,
nature's every sight,
won't be with me.
As death is nothing,
but, to cease at once,
stop of breathing,
any hour in trance,
or you may say,
a journey of life,
on a different way,
leaving earthly strife.
Nobody will remember,
except some kins,
I haven't been ever,
their words do that mean.
I'll want to touch,
my child, my loving ones,
whom I love so much.
I shall hear their moans.
The door between death,
and life, I'll knock,
and knock with that faith,
that I can unlock, the lock,
all my cry will be in vain.
I won't be able to tear,
the delicate curtain,
and no mortals will hear,
my body-less pain.
Soon, my soul will soar,
high, high, thru cloud, rain...
leaving everyday chore!
poem by Nilakshi Das
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