With ignorance I came
with ignorance I shall go back.
To know more than I need to know
will make me restless.
I know what I need to know
when I am dying
I shall wish I could be born once again
and what happens after death
no eye witness I get.
You may be right
there may not be a life after death
but the pain of thinking
I shall not see my sweetheart once again
I shall not listen to her anymore
I shall not taste sweetness of her coral lips
I shall not clip a rose in her hairs and smell it
all are the touches and I shall be deprived of touches.
Death is painful,
a single pain,
but the pain of being deprived of all the five touches
may kill me five times.
So I want to die once.
only once.
May be my ignorance
still I believe,
I shall have another life after death.
Bring your years close to my mouth,
whatever living matter thought and believed
has been initially a fantasy
but finally a truth.
Yes, a living and breathing matter is mighty enough
one must salute his will power.
I hope my fantasy will be a fact
and doubt you get a life once again.
Die your death,
but please,
let me die a death of my own.