When My Faint Heart

When my faint heart would cease to throb
and with limbs sprawled when I would lie,
the crowds of faces both sad and curious
in petty words of ignorance
would envelope my destiny.
Had they known that my senses were
still alive so I could hear, feel and see!
Then when someone would close my eyes,
finally, with fingers, shaking
from sadness and a fear of death,
or with indifference of a wonted hand,
with or without any prayers to the God,
would I be free from the weight of this earth,
growing heavier with each pulse of my blood!

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