I just happened to overhear <br />That my death is very near <br />Attending doctors are not clear <br />As to when exactly I leave this world for ever <br /> <br />From all that which was discussed <br />Among the the medical faculty focused <br />On the scan of my brain cells diffused <br />The days are counted for the holder, not to be disclosed <br /> <br />It was painful, but a reality <br />I must accept this fact in totality <br />Death is slated at the time of birth, nay, of fertility <br />All born in world have to depart one day a certainty <br /> <br />I started crying for a while <br />But as a nurse appeared, put on a smile <br />As if all fine with me all the while <br />Whether she knew or not, the my readying coffin nail <br /> <br />I looked back in the real sense <br />Visualising all that went on in my life since <br />The day I started registering me-around happenings <br />Some exciting, some troubling, some even non-sense <br /> <br />With this Oh, people of the world <br />Learn that death follows birth, so mould <br />Before you depart and you need to be bold <br />To accept this reality, let your self be repeatedly told <br /> <br />Take a lesson from my history <br />Which had many ups and downs in close repository <br />I did not manage well the emotional adversary <br />And I am forced to leave early at not even half a century<br /><br />Bashyam Narayanan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-and-care-from-a-terminally-ill/
