Black
Is all I see
And then, a light
Its fade, but grows
I see
People, 3 men and 2 women
And then I feel
A pain
My sight, it becomes clear
There are my parents, my sister, brother and a stranger
In white
So I guess it’s a doctor
But why are their head’s low?
Why are they crying?
Why are they saying, “Dolly, don’t go!”?
Where am I going?
And then
They take me away on bed with rollers.
Me?
I was here and I was there
I saw “me” on that roller bed
My eyes closed, stiff as a mountain
And a white sheet over me
To hide me
Finish my existence
They fade away from the door with “me”
And I see
A hole, big white hole
Pulling me into it
When sights of my everyday I had spent
Come in front of me
And
Oh! No!
I know what this is
I am
Dead.

Sanya Khanna