When The Bell Tolls Poem by kunjubi varghese

WHEN THE BELL TOLLS



When the bell tolls for my death

And the messenger of death is awaiting

Outside my room for an entry,

Do sit beside me, my beloved for a little

While in the last moments of my life.

I could fondle you and soothe those fingers

That were handling the embers of my life.


The last breath I draw into my lungs

Could then carry the molecules

Of your redolence into my grave.

And my eyes that will never see anymore,

Could drown in your countenance

And save it into my eyelids, my beloved.

Then to seal my ears with the alluring

Peel of your euphoric voice, eternally.

Also to reminisce those evergreen moments

We induced together in our life and stacked

Within our memories, that can never fade out...

To close the lips that were once bruised

By your kisses, now with the chanting;

And to chill my feet with the memory

Of the rugged paths, that brought me to you...

These will be sufficient to come out from

The earth, that covers the mound of my grave,

Sprouting as a tender grass shoot, resurrected….