The End

Seeing her lying on her death bed
Her face turned ashen, or was it red?

The final moments, turned sour
as approached the deathly hour

What was I thinking
As the end of her life - came flashing

Ego, pride, pains and prejudices
Disappear - in the deathly still

All that we fight for
all that we aspire to

All is sealed in the finality of the moment
And in flashes appears a life spent

To those who stand beside the body
lying ashen, still and pale
the frame that once stood tall
appears ever so thin and frail

Lifeless the breath turned out
the corpse simply stands out

I had told myself I wouldn't worry
But thinking of her dying moments made me think

Whence came the waxing whence the waning
writhing in indescribable pain - the light of life all but fading

I came back to fight another day
And perhaps wait for another end
and see the almighty once again have a field day...

Saurabh