When body dies;
when flowers shed;
when the cosmos dines;
when the sun fades-
icy shadows
and I, and my
consciousness be
a universe,
or part of it,
I will be gone.

As in a screen,
in my deathbed
before I leave,
may I watch it-
the story
of my living.
Of people's love,
of their kindness
and their rudeness;
and of my own,
both kind and rude,
of which I judge
before I embark
on journey
ever into
another life,
another world
and miss you all.

It may not be
happy journey,
but feared be not,
I am not alone-
it's just a time
to go in turns;
while some go first,
some come later.
Some stay longer
never ever.

And in going,
I serve god's rule-
his providence
respectfully
I follow ever
even in other
land of pilgrims.
Would I have been
given a wish,
I would once ask
eternity;
but hark! No! never,
for I dare think
it queer to be
like Tithonus...
a mortal man
immortally
bred only to
embrace its pain
or Faustus be
in selling soul
never to get
spirited joy.

My little ones
Tukli Radha,
may I miss much.
My great Krishna
forever miss.
Likewise miss all
my loved ones
but discerning
the fact of life,
the temporal,
impermanent,
insufficient,
unhappiness
abound around.
What is the use?

It's thus best gone
when it is time
with joys embraced
into lovely
eternity,
and be one with
divinity.

Thus grieve not I
to embark on
this true journey
with honest mind.

- 5th June 2019, 1.31AM BST Trongsa, Taktse