As death approaches, the body, the soul being torn asunder,
Fragile and old, wrinkled the surface - as is the soul,
On knees bent in repentance,
Fears gripping, tears dripping,
Heard - loud claps of thunder,
Tis not the tears nor fears of death,
Rather, of the loss of memories made in the mortal journey - called life.
Flash backs make the lips quiver, body shivers, failing the heart,
Loved ones - starting to miss,
Departure from this mortally world now apparent,
The end no longer said near - for it is here!
Still folded over in prayer, breath slipping away,
The endless journey in another universe soon to start,
Tis time to return to meet the Creator…
Deeds of this life, to the next - shall cart.
Till the very end, continuous the thought,
Did I live life right? Will my acts of worship, good deeds suffice?
Loved ones surround, in their hearts they too wonder…
Though none will ever know,
And now, I wonder, would my departure bring them sorrow?
Drifting into oblivion,
No longer able to see, feel, or hear anything,
I guess, like them, I too shall never know…
The Irony - Life and Death, both in constant limbo!
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