My Death

a poem by Manju Bhargavi S

Who is that… following me?
Who is guiding my shadow?
I fear… I screamed…
I wondered, “Who is that?”

I can smell his presence
I feel a cool air by near
My soul feels like jumping
Out of this flesh

His face is bright
I could not see in vivid
He clings my hands
I feel my heart flying

No chance to wonder again
No chance to freeze
He embraced me and kissed my lips
At last, I’m surrounded by love