– Sanjana Khanna
A shot through the being,
Pain lost in the wind,
Exhalation is just a sigh –
– A brave soldier does not cry.
As i crumble down to Earth,
Not “ashes to ashes, dust to dust”
But two breathing souls –
The bearer and the borne.
Darkness beckons for light beyond.
Searing mortals soothed by tears…
Is that you, my mother?
– Or just what I long to feign?
I have played all chances well
For a score and five of life;
I have won my bet with destiny,
Now “I” shall end this strife.