I remember The end of Socrates, Oedipus, Antigone And the whole lot.
I remember The end Krishna, Rama, Buddha and Christ.
I remember The end of Faustus and Tamburlaine, Dido and the Duchess of Malfi, And those who sought Beyond their lot.
I remember The end of Lear, Othello, Hamlet and Macbeth, Cordelia, Cleopatra and Cressida, Ophelia, Juliet, etcetra.
I remember The end of Henchard, Jude and Oak, Lucetta and Tess When Destiny made a mess.
I remember The end of Dante, Burns, Rousseau, Shelley, Keats and Yeats And others in this fete.
I remember How Beckett and Galileo died And St. Joan was burnt alive For their message of light.
I remember The end of Napoleon, Diana and De Gaulle, Lincoln, Kennedy And Martin Luther King, Caligulla and Hitler, Gandhi, Indira and Rajiv.
I remember The lingering death
Of my father and mother And many a kith and kin.
I wept, weep, Cry, sigh and bleed That relax and fleece The ever-deepening pain From where will come The healing of the failing Health and heart And endure ceaselessly The designs of the dark, And helplessly watch The snapping of ties In severance of life from life?
I remember All my own And look forward to its end In the same vein!
