My ephemeral existence, a fleeting illusion, draws inexorably towards its end. When the veil of mortality descends upon me, will you, my cherished companion, grace my presence? As they unwrap the pristine shroud that will envelop my lifeless form, will your eyes overflow with tears that trickle down my icy cheeks? I yearn to witness the depth of your sorrow, to behold the tears that will cascade from your eyes like a gentle rain upon my cold cheeks.Will you linger for a moment, lamenting the rejections and missed opportunities that marked our shared journey?

As they prepare my body for its final ablution, will your cries pierce the air, a testament to the anguish that now gnaws at your soul? How long will you stand there, consumed by sorrow and regret? As my body is gently lifted for its final ablution, will your heart shatter into a thousand pieces, releasing a torrent of anguish that echoes through the halls? For how long will you stand there, your cries piercing the silence, a testament to the pain you now endure? Finally, when they lift my coffin and carry me to my eternal resting place, can you bear the weight of this eternal separation?

Will you bid me a final farewell, your voice choked with emotion? Will my memory etch itself into the tapestry of your thoughts, prompting you to visit my grave and tombstone? Will you remember the laughter we shared, the dreams we once held, and the lessons we learned along the way? Or will my existence fade into the annals of time, forgotten and unmourned?
© MOHAMMAD IMRAN