Suicide Poem by Paras Saxena

Breaths of boundless bellows breed
In no timeless cosmos there's this creed
Where the soul mourns and groans
And dances to the rhythm of every pulse
And every percussion of a brainless heart
Turning stone numb benevolence
And demon's and death's magnificence
Shines when melancholic soul runs out of tears
The grief surges and surrounds and traps felicity
Save her with the fall of few drops of tears, but
Not enough tears for the pain prisoned in this purple heart