End Of The Lane
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I packed today
A bag of memories
Stars, moons, flowers.
And walked down a lane
Crossing through the bridges of time and leaping over summers shower
I hummed along with the sweeper’s song
Caught my eyes on the same empty window
Where once an old man sat
The voyaging smell of the fried toast
Ran past my nose
I passed though the grey clouds
Which once drenched me
I cut through an ally where
A lady seems to glare
While I reached the end of lane
And thought of every single name
If I’ll be gone will I become a star?
And missed by my neighbors so far?
The wind blew in haste
As I tasted my tears
To jump off the cliff of my mind
And end all the nightmares long
But wind whistled by
And didn’t wished to bid me goodbye
It held my hand in great despair
“There are souls roaming to get where you are
To breathe more, to live more, to love more
Remember it’s too cold in there
The air you inhale is bitter in grave
If you die before your death
Life ahead would be full of regret”
I closed my eyes and took a step back
Opened my bag of memories
And freed all my thoughts.
When you choose death over life
And commit a suicide
There’s not only one life lost
But of many who have ever loved you
With all their heart.