It is not enough to die

It  is not enough to die
From this world and lie.

We are to talk about it ,
From our graves to sky.

A chorus of our speech
Shall rise to empty sky

At night as wind rustles
Inside dark pipal leaves.

Some times we speak as
The whoosh of feathers

Falling all at once from
Many flying birds of air

But we speak mostly to
Ourselves in our nights.

It is not enough to have
Lived but after we die

We are to talk about it
From wherever we lie.

(Based upon conversation between Estragon and Vladimir in “Waiting for Godot” by Samuel Beckett)

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