Shall I not look back to those doubtful days?
When I was ambivalent for my life
Shall I not look back to those doubtful days?
When there were no emotions in my life
Now at this old age, I think of that time
And regret for not standing for myself
I murdered selfhood and did The crime
And have always considered me an elf
In the nature's play, Old age brings sickness
And I was too a character of it's will
Sickening came along a lot of stress
And a Few inches away, Death stands still
Not much support standing along for me
I helped myself and death made me free
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Life & What if
Poetrylife is a circle of the same events that are followed by everyone. From birth to death all goes through the same pattern. This is beautiful to go through or see. That pattern is described in my this series of poem. I hope you'll like it. 🤞
