What If I Would Stop Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

What if I would stop walking?
Through the misty haze of the morning,
Through muddy paths in the rain,
And to the azure sky stop looking;

Will I ever survive being alone?
In a cozy corner of a room writing verses;
Drinking and smoking and singing,
No one there to laugh with and moan;

What if I would die inside a room?
With papers fluttering under a whirring fan;
Windows open as no one is there to shut them;
And air is filled with sadness and gloom.