The Dying Man

This is something i wrote some time back when i had left my mind to
wander...

The stars on the sky he was counting,
Lying on the river bed of a river red;
In his heart he knew he was dying,
As a bright darkness engulfed his eyes.

He had often wondered what death brings,
Now for the moment of truthness come,
Waited he with broken heart,dead brain
Saw scenes,vaguely familiar were some.

As doom approached,a voice spoke in him
"Chasing ever a dream i lived my life,
Found it not for i knew it not,that
Life is folly,life is full of sorrows"

"I was born unknown, now die unknown
Just like a worm,though I in the end
Was brought down by treachery,like many;
Betrayal-the gift for all acts by me"

His heart was delirious,his mind clear
"We live everyday only to die one day,
One day we die for others to live everyday
Thus goes on the endless circle of life"

"We try to answer questions before we die,
And find the answers only after we die"
Thus realizing,he forgave and forgot all
With truth realized,he smiled...

Sai