On his deathbed
He moans and waits,
And expects things
To change very soon.
He would get up and walk in a little while,
He would be able to smile again,
And laugh like a baby,
With innocence stuffed inside.
He would go round the world again
And meet many strangers
Having many adventures.
He would collect more books
And arrange it in dusty shelves
He would collect more paintings
Of sceneries and of women.
He would teach many children
Turning them into budding artists
He would gift them sweet candies,
And bless them a grand future.
He would laze in the sun
He would dance in the rain
He would swim at the beach
He would gaze at the stars
And climb the steep hill
To watch the world from above.
As nighttime comes,
He would visit the grave of his wife
And cover it up with lovely flowers
And think of the time when he first saw her
And how he fell in love with her
The first sight by the river-front.
But as time draws near,
He closes his eyes
And waits till his dream stops.
As his end comes to a close,
He takes his final breath,
And his soul transmigrates,
Entering a new body.
He is born again,
As a lovely child,
With innocence stuffed inside
And his whole new world begins..