Sitting by the window
Staring at the blue sky
Gaze travels to those trees
And back to the sky.
Those clouds and
That kite soaring high
Voices of people mingling in my ears
But those eyes stuck to the sky
Thinking not of the past,
Nor present, but future
Looking at the coffin and
Hearing the latter crying
What happens after death?
What if we encounter it?
When thought deeply
Chest gets heavier
And eyes numb
Knees gets weaker and mind crazier.
All the wishes vanish away except one-
I don't want to die!
Why is death so haunting and
After life a big question mark?
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Swords and Feathers
PoetryShort poems which may touch your heart<3 I publish completed poems, thus I have slid this 'complete' thingy on; but I would be publishing more poems!
