Dying Poem by Daya Nandan

Here i am lying on this hospital bed,
Counting the days i have left for soon i will be dead,
Along with the others in this ward with cries and screams,
most of them fearful and others dying in dreams,

I fear the idea of death, passing away in my sleep,
I fear his scythe and black robe, stealing my soul to keep,
He is waiting for me outside, he knows my time is near,
He is waiting for my body to embrace my biggest fear,

I don't wanna die, i am just not ready for death,
I am not ready to kick the bucket and exhale my last breath,
I have my children and wife waiting for me, I want survive,
God, please don't take me, i want to stay alive,

My kids are so young, they need a father in their life,
I can't let her be a single parent, i truly love my wife,
God i beg of you to cure me with your grace above,
I am not ready to end my fatherhood, i want to show them love,

The other's in this ward are crying loudly in pain and tears,
While others have accepted their faith and no longer shed tears,
Why me god? what could i have done to deserve this fate?
I am a good father and husband who works to put food on their plate,