poetic form obituary

meeting the sky high.

beyond horizon of life 

in which all of us one day must fly.

 transcendental world of 

God,

not regretting present and past

towards journey not known. 

mapping of that cannot be done.

God of Hypnos  

played its part.

achieving final aim of rest 

as i will depart.

without worrying about diseases

midway of  my 

duties of that particular minute

when i  may depart with a sudden 

jerk

time unknown place unknown 

with loved one or strangers

who will  still play role 

not to be  buried but to put in wooden sticks 

skeleton 

of me donating each and every organ of my lifeless 

body 

so that future of more then one can light up  

with their  loved ones as i depart.