Crow At My Door...

Into the sinful world,

I was born as a sinless child,

Corrupted by corruption,

Argued with arguers,

Received punishments upon punishments,

Searched for an identity,

Learnt from the learned sapients,

Attained a peaceful satisfaction,

Strongest ever Foundation was built.

I’ve achieved my first stone.

Treasuring my past,

I stepped onto a new life,

A life with my another half,

My soul multiplied into four,

The more I grew,

The more I fell,

Pressure upon pressure headed my way,

Treasures stood with me,

Against the cruel storm.

I was bestowed with my second stone.

The older I got,

The more burdened I became,

Patience was lost,

Fought among my loved ones,

A peaceful life I craved,

Gave up my food and wealth,

Leaving my souls,

I went in search for,

The meaning of life,

I received my third stone.

Death at my door,

Knocking, ‘knock, knock, knock'.

I looked for comfort,

The emptiness was what I felt,

Heartbeats rapidly,

Sweat soaking the clothes,

Screaming with pain,

I said ”Get out crow!!!

I am not yet ready to come.”

I was rewarded with my final stone.