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An evocative poem about the final journey, by Sarala, exclusively for Different Truths.
When death knocked at my door
I got dressed very fast
In my finest attire
Wearing beautiful fragrant
flowers in my hair and
splashed lovely perfume
on my body
Which is going to be
ashes in a while!
I coyed
I smiled
I embraced him
with fervent desire
to take me in his
loving arms
He extended his mighty arms
and I felt ecstatic
In his loving grip
so tight and loving!
I closed my eyes
He kissed me
I soared high
Leaving my body
My soul floating
Above the clouds
Everything calm
Everything sublime
I entered heaven
with sweet songs
on my lips!
©Sarala Balachandran
Photo from the Internet
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