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14/12/2019
FOR ISHER
[ON HEARING OF A FRIEND'S INOPERABLE CANCER]

 

To learn of someone's death
is to be told of others dying.
Death is the silent companion
that speaks once, and last.

I forfeit friends, one by one,
until one day or night,
it will be my turn
to turn off the light

and to go alone
into that irreversible sleep.

Give me time to say goodbye,
to hold a hand warm with life,
to relive moments of a life
once adhesive, now slipping by.

Give me the moment kings beg for.
Let Death for once be late.
I have hate to undo,
buried love to regenerate.

My breath will soon be air.
Let my last be a heartfelt prayer,
a paean to life, to God's gift.
Let Him be equally thoughtful
and make its end

dignified and swift.

 

 

©  F.S. AIJAZUDDIN 

14.12.19 

 
14 December 2019
 
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