The moment I shall be lying on the deathbed,
I shall be mute and my eyes will be closed,
Waiting me eagerly for the whispers of your love words,
For that whisper would ignite fire to my funeral wood.
Remember, it's the whisper
that used to take my heartbeat high,
on a random eye contact we made.
The whisper used to wake me up
from my lofty dream in the dark midnight.
The whisper that made me blush,
every time you greet me Hi!
Yeah, the whisper I wish to listen
in the funeral hour of my life.
Those scintillating moments we cherished together
will reflect over my gloomy eyes.
Yeah, the eyes will be closed, but not that closed.
The ears will be dumb, but not that dumb.
My heartbeat would stand still,
but waiting to palpate — all in once.
Not a farewell, but a flame,
carrying love into the next life’s name.
Come and whisper, my love,
And let me free
to prepare
to love you
in the spiritual abode.
“Whispers of Love from the Funeral Fire” – Slam Poetry
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