I am dying Slowly (a short poetic story of Love)

I stayed with my silent beat

that is of love: my introduction

the name I got during youth

mingled with emotions in moist-eyes

this cecity of belief

which I received numerous times

perchance, my destiny

would be other side, always aside

I trevaled in various hearts

to make pure the minds of lovers

tried to bring down, heaven on earth

but the hope that sustained no more

I confess the dying desire

of love, of relation;

following the morbid threshold,

a labyrinth and a rigmarole life

Who’ll replace me-

hate? mean? money? or any other fascination

but I will recall before my last breath

that moment where I lost myself

I was hidden music to feel, but

now captured, in a web of worldly dilemma

no ray, no way, I found to come out;

only death can release me, free me..

                                                      composed by ANOOP KATHAIT

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