Love My Labour Of Love Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

Mourn no more when by death am I outrun,
When I leave this vain world swarming with woes,
Let me go as goes a passing season,
Try say goodbye to my soul as it goes.
Quiet a leaf's born, gets brown on its way,
Man alone seems needlessly noisiest
When born one uneventful solar day;
Let me not go like a grumbling guest—
And so if ye happen to read these lines,
Life-less when I lie to disintegrate,
Let there be left none of those telltale signs,
Let lingering memories dissipate;
If choose ye must between me and my pen,
Love the labour of my love if ye can.
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This sonnet talks about how its creator wishes to die— like a passing season that goes, no fuss. If at all, love and remember his poems, more than him.

Disintegrate: Indic philosophy says: universe is made of five fundamental elements, as are mortal bodies: earth, water, air, fire, and space. On death bodies disintegrate back to these five elements.
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Sonnets | 12.11.08 |