In The End ( To The Tiger I Saw Dying )

By Shreeyash Bahuguna

Walking down the misty woods ,saw a scenary that made me stood shook ;

under the shade of tree of life, with one foot on grave,

waiting for demise, taking the breaths left ; the tiger,as the Ravens above him linger.

He can see me and so can I ,

then there was a moment shared from eye to eye ,

he was saying that which no script can describe,

his yellow crystal eyes with black hue were giving a sad clue;

they were sharing how he is dying and how he used the life,

as the sun bought the morning ,his heavy breaths were sound of mourning,

He was asking ," So,who will be at your remembering,

how will you live your life remaining 

It really begs the soul ,how will you be remembered?

will it be 

A guy with a smile sweet or a dude with evil grint,

some angel on the holy gate or a devil's advocate,

someone who use to laugh with nector voice or an arse with shouting noice ,

Well , we will be lover for some and hater for another ,

But really in the end will it really matter ? 

The opinions for many ? OR our own view 

well that's up to you 

My personal perception for those keen and eager, 

its neither, just be life and all will unfold.

~ The dead one . 

By Shreeyash Bahuguna