“But promise me, when my time arrives,
you will let me go without all these fuss
of pseudo concerns and swelling faces
of relatives, friends and dear ones!
I do not want my last sight, here on earth,
to be full of hypocrite pretensions!”
He lay, coiled up in pain, breathing
a perforated desperation
in and out of his swollen lungs,
belittled and too broken!
“May he recover soon! Should it be so,
with all his wounds gnawing him from inside,
I wonder, can it be called a life any more!
Is breath piled upon laborious breaths the real life?”
But no, that is not the last sight
I’ll have of him either,
the spark that kindled the fire,
I burn as now, even though some shadows
were cast, I must admit,
just as I had in the past, I shall see
him shining as the sacred spark of my life,
glowing eternally, now and forevermore!