Going gently into the night

by Amita Jadhav
(Kolhapur, Maharashtra, India)

The dark night holds no more fears

I have traveled into the ethereal light.

Hollow loneliness holds no numbing pain

I have often been alone for so long.

Obscurity holds no deep insecurities

I have tasted much fame in my life.

Racking sorrow holds no new meaning

I have nothing to deeply grieve for.

The pleasures of life hold no fascination

I have lived life to its glorious hilt.

The finality of Death holds no brief for me

I have died a hundred deaths in this life.

So my children mourn not for me in vain

My spirit roams unfettered on a higher plane.