Phantasy Poem by Dhiraj Das

A fantasy to ignore the immortality - I do hope for,
To accept my end as my beginning with smile;
Reality, thats already there in my conscious heart,
I would like to paint my whiten shroud juvenile.

As a child with puerile glow on the lively eye -
Comes back home to the mother's lap to lie.

No accident, no illness no such meaningful cause,
I hope for a simple and a natural death;
Forgetfulness as a devotion to my lively life,
As I just simply forget to breath.