Lest, it’s too late

Death is an eternal truth. No one knows what would be there after we embrace this eternity. But its sure we wish to say a lot when the inevitable approaches and we feel the time running out....

My chores on the same.... 

Lest, it’s too late

As the chair stops rocking,

And the mind starts floating, 

Eyes open stare the distant void,

And the last nail appears approaching,

I swear to myself and wish to say last,

Lest, it’s too late and the pulse stop throbbing.

I owe to you My Lord, to give me a being,

That one attains after crossing 84 lac livings,

Blessed with mind on top and heart within,

To love abated yet reason for all sync in,

I confess I would long to be again is my wish last,

Lest, it’s too late and the pulse stop throbbing.

I owe to thou, My Motherland,

A land of diversity yet unity unbound,

Religion from world round you reside,

Geography of all forms you abound,

Rich is thy culture and revered thou art,

Thus here all are prayed air to water, sun and moon alike,

I confess I beg to be here again is my wish last,

Lest, it’s too late and the pulse stop throbbing.

Mummy, Mamma, Mother, Ma,

Epitome of Love, sacrificing, singing,

Daddy, Papa, Father, Pa,

Daunting odds, chorus rhyming,

Brothers, Sisters, and family profound,

Paving path, sculpting to task,

My present and past, all is lost,

With you it begins and in absence gets frost,

I confess what I am would like to relive is my wish last,

Lest, it’s too late and the pulse stop throbbing.

On the path of life’s long sojourn,

Abound came friends and foes around,

Some touched heart, some aligned thoughts,

One mingled soul to stay life long,

Shoulder my name, sublime and drown,

Craft thy progeny and future benign,  

My kids thus came to elevate echelon,

Secure future and generation to carry on,

I confess I cherish, dream to live with you till eternity, my wish last,

Lest, it’s too late and the pulse stop throbbing.

Elevated thus I moved to my Dad’s shoes,

To live for others and shoulder woes,

Sapped when I return, you rejuvenate,

Now I dream in you, live your dreams,

Your health adds mine, wealth too multiplies,

You move to Zenith, I soar with pride,

With you behind, complete I am,

Ready to leap, embrace the truth eternal,

I confess I would ask for you again and again, my wish last,

Lest, it’s too late and the pulse stop throbbing.

This post is a submission to the IndiSpire topic #Deathisbeginning

Aditya Sinha

Aligarh

20.01.2015