The Day Before I Died Poem by anurag chaudhary

It was the spring time
Birds were humming their rhymes
Sitting somewhere on the tree of lime
For living, the ideal time

The morrow was looking fair
I trying to utilize the atmosphere
Running my pen’s sphere
With enough reasons to cheer

Then came the sun overhead
Playing with the clouds, loggerhead
Trying to prove, he is self made
I on contrary, putting my own stand
With my weapon on the notepad

Things kept happening
Seeds growing into saplings
Controversies kept on grappling
As the day moved towards its ending
Ideas in my mind still screaming

This announced the arrival of the night
Moon in his chariot came like a knight
Skies were full of roars of kites
Easterly showing its full might

My pen flirting with the day’s dark side
Still stranger to the dawn destined
Unaware to the fact that this was my last day and tonight was the last night