How would be my last breathe?
Of bulky tears or the custom of human fears,
Of pleasure or that gestures of lost love,
Few known names or juvenile jobs.
I know not how my last breathe would be,
Of shrieks of joy and laughter of pain,
Or of the mercenary thoughts
Which never shall fall as rain.
I know not how my last breathe would be,
Of few fixed days bordering the thoughts,
Or of paralyzed mementos of the early childhood
As old as history,
For soon I shall be dead, it shall always be a mystery.
Saheb Mohapatra
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/how-would-be-my-last-breathe/
