Not ready

No am not yet ready,
Please let me be,
For a while longer.

Why do you bother me?
What is it with you?
How does it concern you?

Why do you make me,
Feel as if am living on,
Borrowed time?

They are mine ,
And mine alone
An extension of myself.

How can I bear,
A life,
Sans my heartbeats.

A little more time,
Perhaps I can then let go,
Of my little Birdies ,
To fly away…
To build nests….
Of their own.

(C) Haseena Dudekula 2017