It is a wish
Of an ailing body
Felicity is nothing
But renouncing everybody
But its misery is
Missing somebody
But the pain
Is beyond its capacity

It is a dilemma
Of that ailing soul
You loose in both
Whether you die or live more
But to live
Is to shed your tears
And your heart knows
Nothing but fears

To die with peace
Is the desire
Of that being
Mourning is just
A moment that will squeeze
So it decided
To say good bye
The memories stays
But the body
Bids final good bye

(in the memory of my mother)

©2020 Piyush Singh