By Srijita Singha Roy
I'm living in a situation,
Where my soul wants to scream,
Where my eyes need to bleed,
Where my breath wants to leave,
And my mind craves to collapse,
All over to death.
I'm swimming through,
The deep depths of the oceans.
Walking through,
The dark valley between the mountains.
Climbing through,
The worst path of a hill.
I don't know if I will drown,
Whether I will lose or maybe,
Fall down from the height.
But I know,
I'll open my eyes,
And see my death.
I'll see my smile,
For the last truth,
Will happen.
For the final peace,
Will be blessed.
I'll be thankful to the flowers,
For the beauty of my grave.
I know I'll find love,
Or maybe I'll be loved,
Like I wanted.
Not now unfortunately,
But yes, after my death.