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.