The Eternal Sleep 4 Poem by Rajpal Singh

Which is now dear to me indeed
Is my verse that speaks what I bear in me;
Holy as a shrine, and every inch of it is sacred,
My verse sings of truth and sings of eternity.

Wait for me O’ death for some time more,
Half way I had travelled and half way to go,
With embellishment of words my verse needs to adore,
My songs are unsung, and need rhythmic flow.

My brain is teeming to make my verse rich,
Tough is my journey though my paces are slow,
Invisible is my goal, and is far away from reach,
Wait for me, for, yet I am not prepared to go.

One day I know, I will cease to be
When you sing, for me, your most dreadful lullaby.
- - -Rajpal Singh