My Death - Sonnet Poem by Poola Bala Venkat

I know

my last days are drawing near

I have neither regrets nor fear

I had my sinews deeply grilled

I had my mind thoroughly tilled


About pain I never complained

with it unconscious intimacy I gained

I had all my promises fulfilled

And I had already all my life lived


Death's unknown intricacy

doesn't go beyond literacy

If death comes I never decline

In death's hands I can recline



before I breathe last

I wish to see who fondly stands

with all my books in his hands