The Last Dream Poem by Anurag Talukdar

I died tonight,
Under the Mahogany tree,
Where the tired sunlight,
Fought its way through the dark canopy.

I died tonight,
But my corpse shrills in pain.
The vultures are satiated,
Having feasted on all the memories of mine.

I died tonight,
Laying on the ground,
Only my shadow besides me,
As those alive pelted stones.

I died tonight,
Conscious of my naked body.
My shadow laughed at me,
As it melted into eternity.

I died tonight,
Dreaming that you too dreamt about me.
I died tonight,
Holding your memories beside me.