The Day When I Died Poem by Abhineet Sharma

standing at the cross roads,
confused, but i had to decide,
whether to follow the herd,
or to devise my own way of life...

my heart was beating hard,
and there was war going on inside,
i lost my heart then,
the day when i died...

i have my thoughts no more,
all the feelings have passed away,
i do carry my soul,
but, there lifeless it lay...

i go on with the crowd,
as it is safe they say,
its not my life now,
but of those, who lead my way...

the beauty of the morning,
of the golden sunlight,
the stars that were awesome,
but when, i was a child...

theres no fun in the rain,
neither in the moonlight,
coz i lost my heart,
the day when i died...

what is beauty? ? what is life? ? ?
what is that for which i strive? ? ?
whatever it may be,
it is not mine...

like an android I move,
and seldom go wild,
i have forgot to live,
coz i just survive...

but I chose it myself,
I chose this to be my life,
it was my decision,
on the day, when I died...