How would be my last breathe? <br />Of bulky tears or the custom of human fears, <br />Of pleasure or that gestures of lost love, <br />Few known names or juvenile jobs. <br /> <br />I know not how my last breathe would be, <br />Of shrieks of joy and laughter of pain, <br />Or of the mercenary thoughts <br />Which never shall fall as rain. <br /> <br />I know not how my last breathe would be, <br />Of few fixed days bordering the thoughts, <br />Or of paralyzed mementos of the early childhood <br />As old as history, <br />For soon I shall be dead, it shall always be a mystery.<br /><br />Saheb Mohapatra<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/how-would-be-my-last-breathe/
