At the far end of my life
I feel so disturbed
That I would like to jump into deep sea
And get drowned.

Negative physical anatomical output
Negative bank balance
And depleting self-satisfaction

As I get nearer to death
I feel sometimes so delighted
That I feel floating in air
Dreaming about the new worlds
That I am going to visit soon.

As I get ready for a sudden heart attack
I feel so compressed and pushed around
Over a bunch of rusted nails craving for my blood
I feel severe sweating on my forehead.

“I know”, you say-
May be I need to do some yoga
Sit for long time in meditation.
You also may say, “be cool”
And that this world is like this even
Centuries earlier.

Ardent, serious and thoughtful reading of
lines of Eliot’s death poetry could not
give me the courage to face