Last Day

A Poem

I’ll never know whether today,
Shall be my last day,
I would go to sleep
as usual never wake up,
again to see
the birth of another day.
I won’t have any
dreams to remember,
Neither have any
words to say.
Or while crossing
some busy road,
Some speeding
car would come,
Knock me off
the ground,
I would land
in the grave,
Perhaps, dug for me.
I haven’t pondered over,
What I have achieved.
That I haven’t.
What I have gained,
That I have lost.
I set out to win
people’s hearts,
Ended up
breaking my own.
I intended to do
deeds of good,
Inturn, ended up
doing that of bad.
The amazing
friends I made,
Plus, enemies I got.
Birth comes
with relationships,
it’s attachments,
While death
breaks them all,
leads us towards
detachment.
I came here
empty handed,
So shall I go.

By:- G.S.Vasukumar
Note :- This poem entered semi-finals and finals of the International Open Poetry Contest held in Florida in 2003 and was published in the book "Erternal Portraits" in winter 2004.