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Once in a Lifetime: A Poem by Jayashree Bhattacherjee

Only once in a lifetime Death will come knocking at my door
I’ll bid adieu to all, upon this earth I’ll be no more
From dust, I came and shall return to dust
The earth that nourished me will claim my growth, gone I’ll be in a gust
How will I accept Death – be sick at heart?
No, for I know, once He holds my hand, we can never be apart
I’ll let Him in, to my Guest what shall I offer?
I’ll set before Him the vessel of my life achieved so far
All the vintages of my seasonal days and nights
All the gleamings of my busy life that I’ve lived contented and upright
Death is a moment of grandiose transition in life
Discarding impregnable fear of death, I’ve savored life in all its glory and strife
It’s the one thing in life that we can be certain
That Death will come down on all someday like a final curtain
What isn’t to cease breathing, but to free the breath from tides checkered
That it may rise, expand, and seek God unencumbered
No night without dawning, no winter without spring
So beyond the dark horizon, let my heart once more sing
I’ll go not like a slave scourged to his dungeon as he must
But enter His Kingdom sustained, serened ‘n soothed by an unfaltering trust.