Deathbed Poem by Ravinder Kumar Soni

He was on his deathbed,
So I heard
After donating all he had;
In the corner of his room
That pile still stands untouched.
He had no material possessions
So he had gathered his unfulfilled desires
And longings in a pile.
Who would want them?
He never thought.
I knew
He was fearless.
He had even tried to intrude
My dreams
To steal riches, he said.
I had allowed him to steal my hopes
And aspirations;
Because of them
On his deathbed now
He will not cheat Death.