This is how I am dying,
See.
You cannot say
How I am dying.
No injury, no damage
Internal or external
No virus, no germ
It is in tact, everything.
And I am dying
This way or that way,
Dying is expected,
But the way is unexpected.
You may say
It is call of time,
But you cannot say
How this time is callin.
Scraps are there, as they marked
And yet bridge is also there.
Life is here still
See, after death also.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Much truth in this piece. From the moment we are born into this world we are already on our way to taking our dying breath. Yet I also believe that after death our soul continues to live for eternity. Like this thoughtful write Gajanan!