When my soul, denies me, one more breath:
“Were you meant, to last, beyond my time…”
Don’t dread aghast, your worldly death
For life, is a stubborn, sin sublime!”

My plea, in my trial; His divine discourse:
“Do free me, of this threadbare form
As I lust no more, for a vain recourse
May I choose, how shall, my being transform…!

…Neither man of matter, folks’ awed forte
Nor a kingpin, who ordains their lust
Nor an ‘immortal’, with feet of clay
For I want to last, beyond mortal dust…!

…The soul who bled, for my every tear
Dare I, requite now, her sublime worth?
Who’s ever-beyond, your care, my fear!
Maker! Make Me A Mother, In Next Birth!”

© 2018 Vikas Chandra