Life's Concluding Trip

A hurt too adamant,
It refuses to die,
A love too incessant,
Like a howling wolf, it cries,
An echo repeating the inner voice,
The soul trembling on a desperate choice,
Was it real or was it a dream?
Sleeps are defined, by misled screams,
What was meant to be forever,
Like mirror, it lays shattered,
What was it that we had,
That a prick turned into a stab?
A torment that has me hollow,
Is closer than my own shadow,
Wherever I run, wherever I hide,
My heart sails back, on memory ride,
Oh frantic soul, be not discomposed,
It was a moment, that destiny had proposed,
Lose yourself to the Nature's grip,
The Lord awaits, take the Life's concluding trip........

(c) S.S




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