Bidisha Panda Mukherjee
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Upon My Death Bed
Who am I? What was I to be?
Questions come and questions go,
What prevails is the silence of thoughts.
Demands, expectations and dreams
All cloud the mind,
What remains is a foggy realization of self loath.
Down the memory lane I walk,
skip, jump, trot and stroll –
Only to realize disappointments and crashed hopes
My entire life, I lived to crib and cry!
To complain, and to lament,
So many believes were shattered,
Dreams remain unfulfilled-
What survives on my death bed -
is my last wish to live it all once more!