Before I Submerge Poem by Aashish Kalra

Ye Heavens,
Thou madest a tough rule;
That mortal wouldn’t live long.
I fear,
That rule now seeks my presence;
To take me away from my duties.
My body,
Seems to be maimed and numb;
Incapable of making a last speech.
I fear not of Thy call,
But of the duty;
Which I decided to fulfill.
Thy name O’ heaven,
Comes automatically;
Neither to pardon nor to gift.
But to beg help for Thy cocoon,
To make silk faster;
And to depart silently and steadily