Death In Sight Poem by shakti shetty

Never realized when it is going to come
When is it living to die?
And let me off my life
At what moment will it be goodbye?
In which face, will greet me shy
And tell me to hold hands and let by
All my pretensions, my assumptions and my lies
Making me free, freer than air or light
Free in the true sense of time
Not the cheap freedom that touches
But refrains to stay along
Where is the truth that behold in me
But alludes to a self, denied
And a way that never took path
And a life that wasted its breath?
May be, death has the answers to these,
May be, it too must have got wiser
And scurry towards the darker edge
And laugh the cacophony in sight!