This Is How I Am Dying Poem by Gajanan Mishra

This is how I am dying,
See.
You cannot say
How I am dying.
No injury, no damage
Internal or external
No virus, no germ
It is in tact, everything.
And I am dying
This way or that way,
Dying is expected,
But the way is unexpected.
You may say
It is call of time,
But you cannot say
How this time is callin.
Scraps are there, as they marked
And yet bridge is also there.
Life is here still
See, after death also.