Poetry Corner* Dr. Archan Mehta

 

 On Passing Away

Beloved kith and kin:

Pray, don’t weep for me—

Death, after all, was meant to be:

I consider myself lucky to have

Found a shade the color of wine,

Which enveloped me in a warm embrace

Before it was my time

To merge with the gentle night.

Meanwhile, the river ran

Like a swift and sure hare

In a race to the finish line.

Be soft and gentle with me:

This is my final plea

Before I sink into mother earth.

But I have no regrets, you see—

For I have woken up to the

Sound of birds chirping in the morn—

Why, I have been lucky

To have been offered soft

French croissants dripping with butter.

And I am sure to experience

Love in the here and after.

Please do not weep for me.

You see, sooner or later

We all must face the 

Inevitability of death

As darkness descends over

Us like an unwanted shadow

And this log fire burns into

A sacred ash like a rite of passage.

We human beings are 

Like curious travelers here

With an eternal message

And this is our final song: sing along.

BIO:

Dr. Archan Mehta has earned a PhD. in Management. Currently, he is a Consultant and Writer based in India. In his free time, Dr. Mehta likes to stroll in the outdoors and party with close friends. He is also fond of meditation. Please feel free to reach out to the poet at archanm@hotmail.com at your convenience.