The Last Two Minutes

My mind is a whirlpool

Swarming with thoughts,

Meandering around, in a pool

A pool of blood and treachery.

I stand alone, holding a phone,

I hear the sound of a new -born.

I’m filled with joy and pride,

Wishing that I could be by their side.

I lift my head after a short prayer,

My eyes meet those of my destined slayer.

Death looks at me with a smirk,

The guns are loaded, ready to go berserk.

I know then, that I have only two minutes,

Two minutes, to challenge death.

For I know, the minute I step out,

I was going to be knocked out.

I hang on to the receiver,

With my mind filled with fear.

I shout “I love you!” struggling to bear,

With my thoughts flooded with memories.

Reminiscences speeding away in the head,

The joy at the unity of our heart and soul in bed,

The wonderful walk down the lane,

All making me go insane.

I still haven’t discovered that one secret,

The secret behind my wife’s smile.

And I wonder for a while, if my child would have the same smile.

I close my eyes, cherishing her smile and making a promise,

A promise to see to it that she would always hold that smile.

The smile that made me ache for her love,

The smile that fails to leave my head,

The smile that will accompany me,

To my grave, when I’m dead.

Mustering up the courage, I step out of the booth,

I’m greeted by something, searing through my chest,

The pain reaches my head, and I find a hole abreast,

I surrender to death, closing my eyes to its wiles,

Transporting myself across miles

Into another world that lies, just above

Beautiful earth, with no need of a hearth.

A place filled with people, showcasing miracles,

Exhibiting a well known expression on their faces,

When I glance at their faces for a while,my eyes glisten,

For they are all filled with my wife’s smile… !