Every Minutes Of Sin I Have Done Poem by Sushil Kumar Tripathy

Every minutes of sin I have done
In the past of my life
Throwing me in the hell
Every day I feel.
Hell is better than I thrive every day
Inexpressible for ever.
My drowning nose
Immersing in the rotten mud of ill deeds
With a will to live
And every moment I die.
Death is welcomed
But awarded with living death.
Earth can’t breaks
With opened mouth
To cover up my ill fate
Time will not come again
To dream more.
Eleventh moment is knocking
At the door
I never expect some one
Roll tear at the last breath.