A Call From The Messenger Of Death Poem by sundaram chandrakalaadhar

I ANSWER THE CALL TO MY CELL PHONE IN MY HEART-
O IT IS THE CALL FROM THE MESSENGER OF DEATH;
HE SAYS, ' I AM ON MY MISSION TO YOUR HEART! '
I SENSE A TINY FIREBALL OF PAIN ROLLING IN MY HEART;
WAS IT PLAYING WITHIN MY CHEST IN THE RECENT PAST?
I VISUALIZE SO MANY THINGS THAT BECOME VIVID NOW;
THIS EXCESS SWEATING, THE WEAKNESS AND LOSS OF VIGOUR
AND THE EMBRACE OF SLEEP, ARE ALL THESE MY SUDDEN FANCIES?
I FOLD UP ALL MY SENSES AND DEEPLY MEDITATE ON THE GOD OF DEATH;
AND REACH HIS MANSION TO PLACE MY FOLLOWING PLEAS -
O LORD OF DEATH, SPARE ME A CLEAR CONSCIENCE OF A FEW MINUTES
PRIOR TO TEARING AWAY MY BEING FROM THE UNWILLING FRAME;
BANISH ALL THE BITTERNESS AND JEALOUSY WITHOUT A TRACE;
LET ME VISUALIZE ALL THE FINEST MOMENTS I SPENT ON EARTH
ALL THESE YEARS WITH MY MOM AND DAD, WIFE AND CHILDREN;
LET THE SUN, THE STARS, THE MOON AND THE BLUE SKY
AND THE GREEN EARTH WITH ALL ITS FLOWERS AND FRAGRANCE
AND THE SOFT BREEZE WAFTING WITH ITS WORDS OF LOVE,
THE SWEET MELODIES OF BIRDS, EVERYTHING KISS MY CHEEK
TO BID ME FAREWELL ON MY JOURNEY BEYOND THE SHORES OF LIFE!
COMMAND YOUR MESSENGER TO LEAVE ON MY FACE
A TINY STREAK OF A SMILE AND A SOFT GLOW OF PEACE
AS MY AUTHENTICATED SIGNATURE OF HAVING LIVED A FRUITFUL LIFE!

- -SUNDARAM CHANDRAKALAADHAR