Bleak Verve.. Poem by NIKHIL SHRIVASTAVA

as d mist of melancholy..
crept slowly, steadily..
i summoned anguish..
for best i could..
was to accept..
or lag a treaded life
i could never know..
if it pained as i withered..
or i withered for pain..
alas it never mattered..
as i had sinned..
filth had blinded me..
to extent that i doomed..
my own self..
lure of greater good..
covered d bare truth..
i laughed..i cried..
but could never decide..
dazzled then distressing
the peace i craved..
all these years..
found it at tempest times..
when life betrayed life..
no hope no strive..
fading sun..fading light..
and fading was my time..
one nag..one push..
another no one died..