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 |