His Last Four Days
Eight decades of separation by myriad remorse;
With words filled with hesitation and shyness,
And the fear concealed his heart.
He once let go his charming angel.
This is how the story unfolds:
‘Predictable Doomsday hyped a new beginning,
He made a living working tirelessly,
Nothing he had but an art to craft.
Superficially talented was she entering the pond,
Beauty in its best and flourishing simplicity.
He could do least but fall silently
In love, predictably rejectable with utter despair.
Crafting his life became easy with inspiration;
His eyes followed her gorgeous sparkling eyes,
The cheerful smile waved unconditional happiness,
The thankful voice added music naturally
And her heavenly arms, abode to rest in peace.
He called it love but feared to express,
Their eyes did meet but she chose her own kind
And left never to return again,’
He lay on bed waiting for her and death;
First came she tearful but with the same smile.
He just stared at her gorgeous eyes, the first day,
Her smile had not faded a little, the second day,
He joyfully talked with her the whole third day,
He finally closed his eyes eternally in her paradise arms.
Literally we live four days;
He wholeheartedly lived his last four days.
By: Lobzang Basil Dawa
B. Sc. Life Science
3rd Semester (2012)