By Hirra Sultan
I knew: I was breathing my last!
So, I wanted to soak in all, I had;
See everyone…
I had loved to caress,
Everyone, before I leave.
It was something
They feared!
And. I could see it, in their eyes –
The dread — I may be lost!
Ah! I may never recover.
I knew: they would cry;
Scream my name,
In wilderness
But, who could borrow time?
Did death ever spare someone?
And, I feel the heartbreak (thud!)
A set off –
The way my memories would haunt.
Maybe, the tears would never cease
And, the pain may be endless.
But I could do nothing –
I was bound to leave.
Oh, I missed you, mother!
The dear one, who loved, like none
She, a heartbroken!
I share, her woe
And. I couldn’t survive enough
(To see the love of my life)
But I caressed you, my brother!
Love her, fill my vacuum.
I leave you here,
But, don’t well up
Over my void
As: I ain’t a fading figure,
Only—yours: unfading pulse!
(An aspiring poet, Hirra Sultan is a B.Tech student)