The Death Bed

As I lie there,

Wrapped in white sheets

Just like a bride

But happiness is deprived.

With the teary eyes and solemn voice,

Which will now close

In a few moments of time.

The doctor says,

”Don’t lose hope”

But the moistness in my mother’s eyes

Says it all.

When I touch my bald head,

I remember the time,

When the wind used to carry my golden flocks

And used to knock so many guys out.

As I see myself in the mirror,

I remember the time

When I used to own the stage,

As if I were the ruler of words.

But now, that my words lack fluency,

I realize that what I thought was not right

Dying in this elite treatment,

With all the bills to pay is not the right way to end.

Even though my bucket list is fulfilled,

My heart craves for a little more mend.

They say immortality is a curse,

But I wish I was granted with it.

At least there will be less pain,

Than this undying urge to stay.

My parents say I made them proud.

But, still, I couldn’t be the one in a million,

Since that would have left my parents astound.

When my body will be burnt,

My bones will remain strong enough to not wither away.

My blood will not turn pale,

Because the love in it will never fail.

I not only fight but plead and beg to god

To extend this time.

They say procrastination is bad,

But right now it is the only key to every second of my life.

As I lie there,

Wrapped in white sheets.

My eyes close and that was the last sight