At Death Poem by Ravinder Kumar Soni

Awakened from a deep sleep,
I see surrounding me many people gathered,
Their faces familiar but grim,
Inquiring about my health and well-being.
Am I about to die, I wondered,
My pillow was wet and cold,
I had no strength left to ask for a change.
I heard someone say,
‘He never talked about his problems,
He had no worries it seems.'
Another voice added,
‘He did not owe anything to anyone,
A lucky fellow indeed.'
A third voice spoke out,
‘He did not annoy anyone,
He had no enemies.'
The fourth added,
‘More fond of listening to others speak,
Arrogant he was, he avoided arguments.'
I heard yet another voice say,
‘I almost fell for him but for, his piercing eyes.'
I could die in peace, I thought,
Such was their love for me.