Happier Poem by Pragun Nepal

Alone in shadows, no light to see,
Waiting for some miracle, to set me free.
No will to live and no air to breathe,
But the hope inside me nearing to lethe …
Every day, every second, my dying soul,
Waiting to meet my young Mr Cole...
And in the darkness, I make a friend,
Just knowing, that death isn't the final end.
His paws touching me, himself sitting beside me,
Makes me happier, in the deep solitude sea.
And his warmth of love and care,
Makes me pet him touching his silky hair.
And ill know that ill be happier,
And ill know that ill be happier…