maut tu ek kavita hai
mujhse ek kavita ka vadaa hai, milegi mujhko
doobti nabzon mein jab dard ko neend aane lage
zard sa chehra liye chaand ufaq tak pahunche
din abhi paani mein ho, raat kinare ke kareeb
na andhera ho, na ujala ho
na aadhi raat, na din
jism jab khatm ho aur rooh ko saans aae
mujhse ek kavita ka vadaa hai milegi mujhko.
Death, you are a poem.
I've been promised by a poem, that it shall be mine.
As the pulse of life recedes, when pain & suffering are about to sleep
And a yellowish (young) moon starts to rise and reach its zenith
The day is yet to sink in water, as the night waits, nigh, to the shore
It's not dark, it's not bright
it's neither midnight nor high noon
And as the body loses material, the free soul gets seeped with (fresh) air
I've been promised by a poem that it shall be mine.