This is not a “poem”. It’s something I wrote when some part of me was done with life. It was one of that day when the “Cool” kids at school had discredited me. I preferred to remain invisible you know “Live and Let Live” policy. But that day they chose to humiliate me. Things they said were not true but I saw the change in people’s attitude to me. The days that followed made me yearn to just end everything. I was fascinated by the prospect of dying. So I ended up writing about death.
DEATH
Death is when one no longer breathes, when the heart beat stops and no pulse is detected. Death is when the body, soul and spirit separate from each other. We all know about the joy of living but have we ever thought what would be the pain of dying. When your life drains out of you. What would be the pain? When somebody squeezes out the air from your lungs. When your brain stops working. When the memories rewind as your soul is sucked out. When your heart stops beating. For that microsecond one remembers their whole life, their ambitions, their dreams, their hopes, their family… almost everything they know. That moment one wishes they could be still among friends. With everything incomplete their soul leaves this world. At such a moment the pain of death cannot be felt when these things are running through one’s head. As such, death does not pain because leaving one’s loved ones hurt even more.
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