Death, a Reincarnation of the Self

Would write to none if a day to live, talk to death Don’t tarry a while, O Death, I am ready to die All my joys are garnered, all my songs sung And all my tears are shed, my wishes fulfilled. Life and death, secrets of God, never be known If told, one day to behold, this beautiful fold If I don’t die a sudden death, I have this to say to My dear ones present when I breathe my last. Let me sleep and rest, my soul intoxicated with love My spirit has had its bounty of days and nights. Light the candles and burn the incense around Scatter leaves of jasmine and roses over my body. I have no fear of life hence have no fear of death I have lived life fully and prepared to die any time. Death is neither an end nor a deliverance of the self Death a slumber, a sleep-life, a stage in cosmic cycle. +++ September 23, 2014 Form: Free Verse Dr. Ram Mehta Sixth Place win Contest: The Poet III by Gautami Phookan