Final Wish

I suffer now for a hundred days,

I beg to see my end;

I want to live but fate does not keep me capable of,

For it is my final wish to spend a night with my friend at my old home.

I know the reason of my suffering:

Is it just because I believed my fellow men?

Or it is for my generosity to those of my love?

I know I’ve been naive my whole life,

But I knew that what you sow is what you shall reap,

But here I lay in bed for years,

As if a man of great crime.

What is the reason for this cruelty?

If I shall think of my good to leave all of this suffering,

I shall have a small but deadly sin against of my conscience,

The wellbeing of my dear family!

Who shall care of them?

Who shall spend nights without sleep with sleepy eye open wide?

For I have a debt of life to my people;

What does my fate have of me now:

A happy heaven with a guilt to my conscience?

Or a life of misery?

I leave it to you, Oh almighty!

But for my good, do not deprive my family of goodness,

If I have to remove my hands from above their heads,

Let your holy hands spread across their forehead as if a treasury of everything!

What they shall need shall sit before their eyes!

I wish another for a friend,

Whom I left halfway through his journey,

I want to let his gaze reach all the pleasing beauty that this city is capable to provide, not alone but with

me to keep my promise.

This is what I leave at your hands, this is your duty as much it were of me if you discharge me of it.

I do feel much better now!

But.

Why do I see all in grief?

Why do I find my friend on tears? Whom does he try to find?

Is it me?

Have I what they say Passed away?

“Yes!,

You have.

And I have accepted all of your conditions,

Until the Sun Shines and the stars of my creation glow, my hand shall ever reach the tip of their

forehead!”

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Jasvir Singh Gyani