Last night at the party
they asked me how I’d die
with a moan, they asked me,
or perhaps with a sigh?
Would there be a tear or two
rolling down the eyes
Would my heart be choking
With regret over lies
they asked me how I’d die
with a moan, they asked me,
or perhaps with a sigh?
Would there be a tear or two
rolling down the eyes
Would my heart be choking
With regret over lies
over all those things unsaid
Or would it be trifle surprising
to finally find oneself dead?
Could I finally explain
to the stubborn naïve, heart
that it’s a set-up for teary noons
this promise - ‘until death do us part’?
I didn’t realize there was so much stuff
to sift through and to know
before finally winding up business
and getting all set to go
But I think I’d simply take the hands of life
and look her in the eye
and with my mind and heart in attendance
simply say ‘thank you and goodbye’
P.S. - These slippers are Anumita's slippers; this sand is Phuket sand.
Comments
bravo .. bravo ..
thought i'd leave a comment for once and say thanks for writing the way you write, and above all, for sharing it with other people.
the way u'v captured the thought and the sentiment is truly beatiful..
thank you!