Final

“Final”
This word fills me
with fear these days
final wish, final moment,
final meeting…

I have no regrets
that I have met none in years
for I believe he lives
and exists
in some corner of this world

I hope , always
that he will come, one day
without warning, smile and grasp my hand
Perhaps even embrace me…

But what if this is our final meeting?
Then the sinews of my throat, like the Koel’s
will cry out and
break free form its cage

Will it flow out in a stream of blood?
This “final” word written with my life,
will it finally be cleansed free?



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