Nimbus in the sky...

When my cardiologist told me that I have Aortic Sclerosis, a fatal heart ailment characterized by hardening of the arteries blocking the normal flow of blood to the brain which leads to ischaemia or commonly known as brain stroke, I felt the whole world was falling apart. I did not listen anymore to the litany of medical instructions. My mind was drifting so far away in the past, those happy moments with my wonderful children, the greatest gift from God. When my good doctor was done, I went to a solemn place, a church near by, where I could scribble a poem for my loved ones, in case the certain uncertainty happens. So, I wrote…

Goodbye, My Job Is Done

Alas! My job is done,

It was not the best, but

It’s all I can.

I did labored from dusk ‘til dawn,

With joy, tears and sweat, until

I groan.

I had no regrets or remorse,

I planted the seed and watch it

Bloom… of course.

The lilies and roses sweet and pungent scent

I have to endure,

The pearl and moonstone’s piercing brilliance

Blurred my vision into blindness,

The only thorn I nurtured and loved

Caressed and severed my heart.

I humbly pause to bid…

Goodbye… and kiss hello…

Thanks a lot… that’s the

Least I could sigh,

What else could I say…?

It would not matter much any way.

When I am gone…

Do not put a halo above my head

Like those who left before me…

As simple as I came shall

Be as simple as I leave,

No flowers, no bouquets whose

Smell and intricate expensive arrangement

I could no longer touch and appreciate.

No speeches and lengthy prologues that are

Remiss of truth and profoundness, but are

Simply done to boast the ego of the dead…

If ever they have any.

No tears, grief and sadness for a tired soul…

Departing is a moment of triumph and rest.

I saw the beauty of the dawn and wanted to linger there,

The midsummer sky’s romantic hues,

The cold breeze of afternoons,

The dusk and its heavenly horizon,

It was a pleasant experience.

Goodbye… my job is done… Alas!