'Is death like this? ' I wondered, <br /> Waking up in the dark. <br /> The window sieved no starlight, <br /> Nor my eyelids dream-light. <br /> I groped to clutch <br /> The slender-stemmed lamp; <br /> I groped to grasp <br /> My all too solid Self, <br /> Which must be there, I said, <br /> Fighting my dispersal. <br /> <br /> I remembered a tight cloud, <br /> Anchored to a calm sky, <br /> Motionless for an hour and then, <br /> Diffused to naught in seconds. <br /> Death may be like this, I mused, <br /> But I shall wake up again.<br /><br />Ananta Madhavan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mortal-intimations/
