Rajiv Prajapati (1996-8-4 / Bhaktapur, Nepal)
A Dying Man
The sorrow surrounding a dying man
and the dark shadow that watches him;
All the dreams that life presented him,
are somehow seeming only dreams within a dream.
The figures above him begin to get hazy,
and even the bed that he rests on seems like a distant star
His senses slowly fail him, and he feels bodyless-
He seemed to be disappearing; to where he and no seed of notion
He seemed to be ending - like a fire that goes into nothing.
As he slowly continues to be affected thus,
his fading senses suddenly alerts to something Beyond:
a divine burst of light fills his anewed sight till infinite
And his ears hear the sears of a preternatural sea.
Finally he is completely lifted above
His weight is seized and his form is gone,
he just knows enough to go through a tunnel that he sees-
all that he saw till now completely forgot,
and all evidence of his experiences left behind.
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