Born without a reason
Forced to grow up amidst
The ever-recurring seasons-
Just aimlessly exist.
No falter in that smile
No wrinkle on that face
And it's been quite a while
Waiting for things to fall in place.
I want to free my body
From the shackles of pointless fright
I can't bring myself to accept
That my soul will soon take flight.
That my very being is teetering
On the edge of life and death
That my parched skin is withering
And I'll soon everything forget;
That hundreds of unlit lamps
Will never drench me in their glow
And I'll gaze at them wistfully from above-
My unmet dreams below;
Everyone's here for one long day
And I've overstayed my welcome
To my life thus goodbye I say
Dear Death, here I come.
And as the devil embraces me
And my last remains are burnt
I look back at those still alive-
And tell them what I've learnt.
You get one life, a single chance
A clock coated in gold
The key to eternal peace and joy
In your tender palms you hold.
So celebrate it, fulfill your dreams
Chase whatever you love
Just live your life, before it decides
To give you a little shove.
Don't ever assume things to work out
You don't know how time flies-
The brightest phase, the happiest days
Could be doom in disguise.
It's a pitfall nobody can cross
Wherein the demon lies
We're all servants of the inevitable end-
Prisoners of our own demise.
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Salt And Ink
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