Death comes in diverse ways
some wishful some accidental
but death is inevitable.
I may not like the idea
but do I have a choice?
I too will
die one day
but let me not fall from
the Himalayas while
touching the Everest,
the snow will numb my senses
my body will be untraced for days.
If fire engulfs me
my charred body cannot be
recognized by even my loved ones
my grace and beauty will be blackened
the pain would be horrendous.
I am no Sita the gaping earth
will not listen to my requests-
let go-
Ganga is the best
it will purge all sins and
take me to heaven to feast on
time space and immortality.
But why should I die
in airless earth
suffocated and crushed.
Let me die in the arms of
my love with eyes open
my beauty garnished
or while kissing my grandchildren
for laughing at my wrinkles.
Death must come as a balm of life
after I burnish the edges of
life with devotional energy.
Sabita Sahu
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