Ere a broadest crimson horizon
At my sixty three plus
statistically dead I am!
Amidst what I like
and what I do not,
surrounded by my contemporaries
merely by virtue of space and time,
often not tolerable, and horrifying.
My belief, my incredulity,
Mine only mine.
My practice, my genre, my angst
Mine only mine.
Intra-personal a person,
Inter-personal a person,
in duality! Its my entity.
Orthodoxy, modernity in me,
Mine indeed mine.
Nothing to exchange and share.
None to heed to…
e’en the closer ones….
Is it to expiate or atone for!
Why and for what reason!!
I sustain pure chromosomes
twenty three pairs
derived from first parents;
no falsity in it.
Emaciated though not, but
my blood gets sucked every day.
My freedom, my vivacity
I lose…
Run, run, run you in me
Place me in a widest meadow,
Ere a broadest crimson horizon!
I don’t know to die.
I don’t want to die to die,
I want to die to live!
