Born To Die Poem by ECZ Silwal

Already, The time of birth
and The time of death
were fixed; But also
They comes
With full of dreams

As I open, ,
The door of My sore eyes,
Mind mingl'd with the heart,
N' give birth to them,
One by one.

I ain't care to them
For their nourishment,
But, Still
The father and mother
Never stop giving birth

Sometimes,
Even While I'm sleeping
Unknowingly They do birth
Just Like a Nightfall.

Neither They can bloom
Nor they can live happily
But also They born aiming
'To reached to Gracy's heart'

Hello air, Listen one time
'They want to die,
On the land of the Gracy's heart'
So Please aid them to reach'd there;

But Air never do
So, Unwillingly,
Before I fall asleep
I need to murder them
One by one by Crying
©ECZ || Tue.7 Feb 2017


Poetic Words:
Sore: physically painful as a wound;
nourishment: support by giving what they needs; .
Mingl'd: combine;