Last Moments Poem by kunjubi varghese

Empty sky above the head;

Wilderness below and where am I?

I am just like a horn bill in penance,

Longing for a dropp of rain water,

To quench the persistent thirst

Can you give me a dropp to drink?

All my senses are fuming in despair,

In the centre, of a sacrificial fire.

(Fire on four sides, and sun above.)

Could anyone be kind enough to

Pour a thimbleful of holy water,

Into my scorching soul and satiate

My thirst, for a moment to revive me?

Death is awaiting at the doorstep, with a hearse

To carry me away into utter darkness.

And when the grills on the cage of my spirit

Shatters, by the flaps of my soul fluttering

On its sides, and break them away,

Is there anyone who can moisten

My blistering lips in the last moments,

With some water drops of life, to prolong

My existence in this earth?