I am, breathing my last, near the point of death
I will be gone soon as
My eyes are closing
And my body is struggling.
I see a beam of light appearing before me
Calling me to its origin.
I hear people crying in the background
Praying for my well-being.
As the clock keeps ticking
I breathe my last.
I see my body lying dead in the bed
As I depart from it. I see people around it
Crying and mourning.
Leaving this dilemma behind, I keep flying
High enough desperately looking for my mother.

Mother, welcome me to your heaven.