Death , I Can Be Yours

I reached eagerly for your hand, just to have a touch. A cold silence returned with a feeling, beyond reach. I longed for your warmth in the coldness of the late night. You remained still. Your tired face did not seem bright. I am also temperature-controlled, these days. Things don’t make that much of a difference. Still, there is an obvious limitation of being a human. One can sense that loneliness has a toll of implicit pain. Death , I can be yours on one morn , with an enchanting mind On that day, when I will taste the sweetness of my desired land. Home, I will rush to you on that perfectly joyous evening For having a dream of yours underneath my quilted heaven!