Just follow the wind
where all does it go
as at my death
I too willbegin to flow
doc be assured
I'll take my hearing aids
so that I can still
hear your loving songs
glasses I'll very much need
else the morning sun's glare
I won't be able to directly stare
but your sweet face
will be indelibly implanted
on my mind's virtual screen
doc hold on
just tell me
where you will be seen
around heavens
have already surveyed once
every place and all seen
'tis just lovely
believe me
when you are in ICU again
let me know
I may also along with you go
two is always good company
HE will be happy
lesser for him
will be HIS worry
where to find for thee
some better symphony
like you'd love to have me
be happy
I will not
then bore ye
docky
A very morose and somber read, hospitals are the beginning point and end point for so many of our lives journeys. The opening lines are beautiful and elegant. A well crafted work!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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This is one of your good creation. Nicely written and expressed.yes flowing with wind is wise but sometimes we need to mind the wind to lead us to right direction. Thank-you.