Description: - This poem is bout a one way conversation that a suicidal person has with god... When that person attempts to commit suicide... The thought process and everything... but finally... Nothin happens...
Enjoy...
I have no reasons
To an answer...
That answer which i had mistaken
For a better option...
It haunts me day and night...
A sad regret...
A dead man's plight...
Freedom now
Is a mere memory...
It's feeling
Just like a speck of dust in the raging storm...
Fading... Dying...
Yet Like the dust brushing my skin...
My soul within...
It does not take time nor things...
To realize that you are it's slave...
Entwinged in this world which is fake...
I live.. I die...
For others sake...
Nevertheless... I'm here...
Words of my mind...
Unheard by the world...
In you.. Only and truly...
I confide...
Believe... you always say...
But i always deny...
Burn me...
I'm dying..
I want to see... My pain and your Joys...
This is worse...
I'm alive.. and you've done this always....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hmmm....a very deep write with lot of questions to ponder.....but to live and look for the answers......well done