Sometimes in my dreams, those who've died come welcome, but unbidden
I ask them, now and again, “we love you so, why do you remain hidden?”
And they say, “this body mind that you knew was for us a prison
Free at last, we are ourselves. Beyond your dramas we’ve risen”
“We love you too, have no doubt much more than you know
But we are free of worry and pain. Why do you wish us below?”
“Our old mates are here, as you my dear, will also be one day
There’s love & laughter, there’s joy, what more can we say”
“Our only sorrow is to see you cry, thinking we’ve gone
You look so lost, you look so sad, you look so forlorn”
“Act with courage on this stage before you exit, too
Then together we will plan grand adventures new”
They sound so vibrant and so young & sure
Quite unlike the old ones who I knew before
I thank them for letting me know
And awake gently as they go
Then keep lying quietly awhile
With a relieved happy smile
Knowing that the end
Is not quite so
-K
Kishore Asthana
kishore.asthana@gmail.com