My dearest daughter,
Long ago there was a girl, on the cusp of adulthood, old by age and yet child at heart
And she penned down these very words, at which I feel you must at least glance,
Let me die
doing what I do best!
Let me love with a passion,
daring enough that it can set me ablaze,
It is one life, let me brave enough
To truly LIVE!
A life not without regrets , instead
A life I wouldn’t regret living again.
Deny me success,
If it is at the cost of my happiness,
Let me forever feel incomplete –
Just a tiny bit –
So that I strive to quench
that eternal thirst – again and again !
Indeed, just deny me
A life of synchronised monotony.
When the sailor drowns at sea,
Surely he tries to escape,
And as the water drowns his screams –
Arms thrash against the lovers embrace.
And yet! At that instant when
limbs grow too tired to resist
His one true love’s claim of him
He knows, there could have been,
No better way to go!
Had he not denied fate,
An accountant would he have been,
And having met a different demise,
His last words would have been,
“If only ..”
Even if my last breaths are
Of absolute agony,-
Let me Live a life
I’d wish I could relive again !
And before I forget, the girl is me and I found this sheet 60 years too late !