“A grave worth living...”

If the death awaits my presence,

And soon my soul would repent in penance…

All the sorrow would hold on and give away itself in the deed of covenant to death,

What face would I show to my grave in the forever held breath?

Shame showers over my corpse as my tomb gave me that look so doleful,

Cause when my soma had a life, it inaugurated itself to unworthy and dreadful!

While few fought to love, spring and live in atmosphere of sheer bliss,

I failed myself due to wrong diversions having my true caliber missed!

“Oh death lord!”, I yell. “How can you take me so soon?”

“My proficiency is to make a difference. I am yet to touch the moon!”

I snatch my spirit back from him and fight for a life I can make,

For that period of few years where everything that I want, I shall take!

No offense held against, I pray to you a thanks giving,

For in this one life I can make a grave, ‘A grave worth living...'

A gift of life I will take care now, as it can be by lord leased,

Cause when my body is laid on the bed I want to rest forever in peace!

-Aditi Gandhi.