The Final End - Poem by OwnurRehman Sheikh
Here I lay bleeding in her lap,
Rain of tears falling in this nap.
Blood slowly drips out in the walk of lanes,
Making her hands wet with the ashes of flames.
My heart tries to save her from this pain,
Alas! I'm so numb to stand up from this chain.
Flashbacks of past coming in front of my eyes,
Everything I dreamed always had prize.
I walked alone in this painful life,
Everyone took me as a bloody strife.
Thinking of past, wrong decisions I've made.
Broken promises, bridges of trust I've Laid.
Power I needed to fulfill my dreams,
Played with lives and ran the blood streams.
Smoking to the ever limit of my breath,
And planning for the victory of new death.
Life I lived in my own darkest ways.
Showing different faces were the art of my plays.
People who claimed they knows me better,
Did they ever hold me when I was shatter? .
Telling others that I am in deep pain,
Is not my way to get the sympathetic gain.
Reading me was the only art I praise.
None could achieve this lonely craze.
Illusions I showed to make them fool.
People were nothing to me more than a tool.
Dark ones never get peace in their lives,
Suffers with the every breath they drives.
Helping others was gifted to me by the name.
Then why it always became a reason of my shame?
Becoming a Legend was my dream to fulfill,
Dying in her hands shows that far away I’m still.
I scream 'MOTHER' lying in her lap's bed,
Say me 'GOODBYE' without a single tear shed.
It was you who taught me how to walk,
I followed you and learned to talk.
You made me strong to face the world.
I handled myself when the time was curled.
I am happy that I'm dying in your arms,
Who always loved me and saved me from harms.
It is my time to leave everyone behind,
Taking the hatred with me in a single kind.
I was a mystery, none could understand,
I will remain a mystery forever in this land.
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