I will die like K.K. Aziz,
Shrivelled, impatient
For my world to end. 
I will leave like him 
A dessicated name,
Dried laurels, books
Denied their due fame.
This is not the way 
I planned to go, but 
Neither did he. 
He prayed that he
Should die painlessly.
He did. I pray the same. 
Let my ego not survive me.

3.5.16
5.00 am.