My hands and legs
will forget to function
My stomach will stop
recognising any hunger
The visuals will get away
from my eyes
The eyelids will themselves
Cover in white.
The melodious songs
The chirping chatters of birds
The love – chantings
All with frequencies merged
into a drum’s throbing membrane
heavily vibrating
with high amplitudes.
My toungues will dry
As if to burn even the dripping drops
As in a desert-field.
My skin and flesh
will seek refuge
Into the skeleton-cage.
At that Instant, lovingly
Please let my breath free
