How to Die?
The Great End.
Better is the enlarged form of Good.
Worst is certainly the friend of Bad.
Worse comes to worst is like good to better,
But at my Back, I always hear,
Neigh and rhythm of thuds of horse’s hooves
His winged Chariot coming near.
He felt the inevitable was going to happen. He felt the symptoms.
This I can’t get out of my mind. I cannot eat, read or live
life like others.
Every step I fear the worst.
Full many a glorious mornings have I seen,
Faster and Faster and More fast,
From the cloud an hour ago I saw the glimpse of a chariot
coming,
Fading everything,
only the horizon is shining,
I do not wait to ask to see the inevitable,
The distant glimpse his chariot coming near is enough for
me.
Will the horses thump to caution me or they will come as it
is?
My livelong day was spent in anticipation,
The Chariot had traveled times before,
But today was a unique occasion
The void as large as the earth that will ensue by my
departure,
This idea spin like a top in my uncanny mind.
I have always desired to die smoothly without any sorrow or
pain.
Gun-shots have frightened me. I hope I never encountered it.
Knives and poisons were too direct and they were painful.
Death in car by carbon monoxide enchanted me many years
back.
But now I do not like that idea. I want something better.
I want a pleasurable end and that I should feel it.
I want to depart from my body in a dignified way,
I Leave it intact and the same as it was now without change.
Swimming out in the ocean seems an agreeable idea.
Throwing myself in front of an oncoming bus was not my idea
of an ideal death.
It would be too painful and it would be demeaning.
It would project me a bum without any lodging or boarding.
The idea of taking a bunch of sleeping pills appealed to me
in the last few days.
But I felt it too undignified and was not hundred percent
full-proof.
I have rejected all the above methods I would like to die.
I have searched for newer ways and means to die without pain
and knowledge.
I do not want to die in a way that it may sound self-pitying
accusatory.
I want to die in a rational and not in a cowardice way.
I want to finally do the right thing to die in the right
way.
I don’t know what is the latest in this field.
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