Death of An Astrophysicist: A Vision at Falyankot Hill

saw an old man

standing at the riverbank,

and a strange

vision began to unfold.

He stood firm, not to fall—

as if he felt the motion

beneath his feet:

the Earth, the Sun,

the Solar System,

the Milky Way—

as if all motions combined:

the dance of the Earth,

the waltz of the Sun,

the tempo of the galaxies—

He stood firm, not to fall.

He climbed the Falyankot Hill,

paused for something—

as if something dear had fallen

off his shoulder—

the Maya-Moha,

the Andromeda,

Light.

I saw him vanish on the horizon—

The Event Horizon. A luminous Death.