Last Day

If it is the last day,
I wish to climb the the highest peak,
and wish to play with the wind,
an exciting game of hide and seek.

If it is the last day,
I wish to kiss the flowing river,
and lying down under a blanket of snow,
I would love to shiver.

If it is the last day,
I wish to get the moon and stars,
and to gladly display them,
on the window of my car.

I dont wish to touch the rose,
but to feel the the thorns,
so that they get an answer,
to why they were born.

If it is the last day,
I wish to stand in the scorching sun,
and to slowly walk on broken pieces of glass,
which are liked by none.

I wish to race the tiger,
and ride a horse,
and to enter the graveyard,
to lie down on a corpse.

If it is the last day,
I would love to be crazy,
I am not fast;yes I am slow,
but I love to be lazy.

If it is the last day ,
I want to see the world,
borrowing the wings of,
the very lovely bird.

I am not stupid,
I am not mad,
neither I am happy,
nor my poem is sad.

just the things I wish to do,
before the last sunset,
and this would be the perfect ending,
really perfect I bet.

Akul Sharma