On my Deathbed

On My Deathbed.

Flaky lips, chapped hands, pale face and closed teary eyes,

Here I am on my deathbed, envisaging you for the one last time.

Days are tough for me now as the bone-chilling scuds of ‘Chilai Kalan’ quivers my weak body.

The minute I remember the moments of bliss that we spent together but in dreams, I get eternal peace of mind, and my soul becomes cosy.

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Still, I long for you ‘pious and precious soul’ like the birds long for spring.