The Ever Enchanting Beauty..... Poem by P.A. NOUSHAD

The eyes started
to get darker
as though there is
a disruption in the
respiratory rhythm,
doctor's orders....
a large number of friends,
family, and....
appear to have arrived
in the room.
I am surrounded by them,
and some of them are
touching me.
Others prepare me
for my last thirsty voyage
by wetting my lips with water.
Amidst the tears of my son,
who I regard as my soul,
and my wife, who is my life,
the pulse of farewell
beats immortality.
My blurry vision made out
the stars in the sky
through the hospital bed's windowpane...
I sensed their beauty
growing—beyond words...