Final Journey

I have just disembodied and begun to fly

But wonder, why me as I don't wish to die.

Flowers are yet to bloom in my garden

Fruits in the trees are yet to be ripen !

Whoever up there, can I have one more morning

As I wish to live, can I have one more evening.

I wish to sing and see the sun rising

I wish to smile and gaze the moon flourishing.

I have not yet loved the rains and their random appearance

I have not yet liked the stars and their twinkling grandeur.

Never, I have kept my windows open for breeze to come in

Never, I have fed the pigeons they flock on my terrace often.

I am yet to see a boat floating clueless amidst the squally winds on the sea

I am yet to win a game of dice throwing the right numbers as per

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my wish.

I am yet to stand alone on a snow-filled mountain top

Stretching both my arms as far as I can.

I am yet to experience the wet clouds caressing & kissing me

Then hopping away like a deer adolescent.

I know my body is a pot of water and dusts

Even if I can't see, they are a heap of atoms.

The day I came across the alley of procreation

Someone from the above appeared before me nonchalant and warned

'Numbered are your days; it may be a day

A decade or a century, but you have to perish one day !'

Body will perish and die but I will not die

Dimension of life will change but I will not die.

I will travel from one body to another but I will not die

So give me another day as I don't wish to die.