She-
'Die while keeping your neck upright,
For you'll be under my supervision.
Those intruders as well as double-crossers,
Won't spare us and cause a division.'
Me-
'You're concerned with my body posture?
When all of us have our lives in peril!'
Regain of conscience-
No, perhaps you're right I think,
For the adaptation of this habit in afterlife when they kill.
Finding numerous places to escape,
But still intimidated.
What if their investigation was,
Cautious and detailed, even if belated.
I had no option, but to cry,
For I wasn't ready to sacrifice.
Just two years ago I hit adolescence,
And caught in the illusion of possessions and relations twice.
My mother provided me solace and told,
A reminder and value for our afterlives.
'Don't worry, for it was our fault to come,
Next time, we'll take care of our lives.'
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Unbending Persistence: The Untold Dark Tales
PoetryHi there! This is my anthology on an inspirational and motivational genre. The anthology is kind of similar to that of anti-social. The dark side of life unfurls the tales of misery, sorrow, joy and paradise. Without grief there's no happiness and w...
