Infact, nights to be exact
I called every name I knew....
Frantically whispered to the sky
Yet no hand came to pull me out,
No one to clear away my doubt....
This assured me I will die...
Death not so glorified!!!!
It is no fun to hang on...
on little twig so fragile,
and yet to realise its only thing
That your doomed life depends
Amid of so many logs so strong
just a rotten straw to save your life
And in chilling water as you fight,
Searching in black hole for some light
You know nothing worked and no one came
It was hard now to hold those muffled cries
They burst with such an agony
Breaking clouds into darting tears
And I remembered how you had swam away
That pulled me down from gut
The urge to save myself started dying out
The voice of giving up getting loud
Then I released throttling the little twig
letting him to breathe in long time
The whirlpool of water swept and swirled me around
As if singing me some lullaby
Soothing the wounds and wrapping me in its arms
Whispering as if promising me heal my pain
I raised my arms and surrendered once for all
To my now true friend- death- realising my final call!!!!
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