The Last Call

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I can sense my time is up

I can feel my soul is parting

I can’t leave nor can I fight

Link of body to soul is fragile.

 

The heaven is waiting for me

I can’t escape nor postpone.

All my promises are breaking

casting away all chains of bond.

 

In a flashback I glanced my life

Love felt, tears shed, joys shared,

Wealth gained, Wisdom acquired,

‘Stare’ gave me a sheepish disownment.

 

Today I am somebody with name

Tomorrow I will be nobody with flesh

While embracing the only truth left

I bid farewell to embark a fresh journey !!

 

© Maaya Dev

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About Maaya Dev

Maaya Dev is an Indian based poetess and an economics graduate. Her poems have found place in several national and international anthologies and journals like Episteme, Criterion, Langlit, Anthesis, Eternal, Wings, Forever, Change, The Significant Anthology, Aquillerelle Wall of Poetry Book 5, Umbilical Cords, Kaafiana. She is a winner of Delhi Poetry Challenge – Kaafiya Contest 2015 and a short story winner Seasosn 1 at StoryMirror. She is a contributor at many reputed poetry sites and won few poetry contests. She is also conferred with the title of ICOP Critic of the year 2015 at Destiny Poets UK( An International Community of Poets). Her debut anthology ‘SHIMMERING CHIMES’ got published by AUTHORSPRESS Delhi, in Sept 2015.She blogs at maayas-musing.blogspot.in.

6 thoughts on “The Last Call

  1. VijayNair

    An objective assessment of the transience of life,the ”sheepish disownment” of material existence,and a sense of imminent departure, invite this poem to deeper critical scrutiny.

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  2. Maaya Dev Post author

    I truly feel honoured and it gives me immense joy to receive such a meticulous comment from a poet of your caliber. Much thanks Vijay Sir for encouraging me with your constant feed backs.

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