As I Die Poem by Saroj Padhi

I'm a bunch of scattered dreams
spread out on a closed sky
drops of spilt honey
on heaven's wounded floor,
splinters of rainbow-tinted glass
sprinkled on the asphalt highway
like hazy eyes of carcass,
stars glimmer like glowworms
in the damp air of a dim-lit city
groping for love in some crazy eye.

I don't envy happiness of the dark
enjoying its concealed love,
nor do I try to seek salvation
in a selfish way, to go above,
my nostrils crave
for the aroma of books
that have arrived afresh from press
oozing moon beams from their eyes,
I look on
like a yawning piece of stump
at body of the unfinished poem
heaving on desktop,
beeping words
waiting for a full stop,
the parrot nibbles my still ears
to pour love in,
my wife comes to take a close look
at the last words on diary
and unfinished coffee,
daughters heave sighs of worry
before getting rid of a body,
I'm a dilapidated house
of lost thrills and dead memory.