When It Shall Come Poem by Anoucheka Gangabissoon

How weird is this which is known as life
Living it, we ask not where it comes from, our breath
Our meaning, sometimes joyous, sometimes full of strife
Life, it shall come to its dawning only at the sorrowful time of death

A time when I do come to realize
The extent to which life is illusory
O Death, you shall open my eyes
O Death, you shall reveal to me life's secrecy

While waiting for your solemn visit to mark my end
I write to you a short letter hence, O Death
Through my lines, I reach out and hold your hand
Pray, I wish to be taken to the land of the Eternal Self

There, the Eternal Lord, all beauteous and glorious
Shall keep me by his side forever, as I have been till now, all courteous!