Die And Dying Poem by Gajanan Mishra

Die,
And I am dying.
And I am refined.
Here is my death
Reflected on your face.


Your face
Your black face
Is my place of living.
Here is my life
Reflected on your face.

Your life
And my living.
My life
And your living.
Here at the same time.

The time,
And it is disappearing
Before you
Before me.

Living is not laughing
And it is not joking.

Life is a journey
And distancing.
Life is distancing
Through time's engine.

Dear men,
I am not existing.