Last Seven Minutes Of Life

The Divine mortal parts benumb!

The Soul departs and revokes the past,

Everyone deserves the chance to rewind

The day wakes up the invisible thoughts,

Lightning the memories of each stage.

 

Malleableness, Smirks, Tears

And the flushed face, silhouette of pristine spirit,

The first eye thee look, mousy brown,

Rich blue or green somewhere

In-between, dazzle in mind.

 

The second-minute bumps

Callow, affinity, fidelity, perplexity

Of thy sweet friendship,

Which refreshes the soul and now, 

Recalls the scent of childhood home.

 

The wool-gathering stage of life

Happens in the Heart...

The nubivagant nature and melancholy

Which torment our heart                           

Comes as scintilla!

 

The fourth minute is the time

To regret the past and

The darkness of the life

The bitter seeds of malcontent grew,

To form your life's lament.

 

The ZENITH and IDYLLIC moments

Splashes in the fifth minute,

The reason for the birth may erect,

60 seconds impart, who you are?

As your heart begins to frost,

 

You leave behind all the lost,

Seven minutes comes and passes

And now, you lay and breathe the Last.