Spectre Poem by Indira Renganathan

Even while counting days
Never had I counted my breaths
Like at this moment
For
My breaths are fastened
My thumbs to my toes
To send signals
Of leaving the huffings to the all-pervasion
Hollowing the shaken mortal
And
I'm brave to be breathless
Confiding in my routine benediction
Dying to meet Shiva, Rama and others
And
Folks around 've started counting down
As I feel a wafting rise
For the upper-birth fellowship
An act of a heavenly welcome
And
I'm happy to be breathless
For
I can soar up, up, above and I do
Above the earth's cycling spheres
Happy to be heavenly welcomed
And
Now I try to swig the taste of Elysium
It's dark around andI'm waiting
Waiting for the providential welcome
But..
Lo, who's flagging there
Hey Rama, my m'law
Am I not in heaven?