One Night Before Death
One Night Before Death
What would you do when you have only one night in hand to live life. The poet narrates here what he feels.
Nobody can read fear of death
In my eyes that night
Because somewhere they felt
My dreams were not finished
Under close eyelid.
My futile hopes lashing words of
Naked facts become meek
I only know how close to it
And regretting myself how I am not
Reached to my self.
All books in. Head echoing super characters remorsing on my failure
Least I know nothing about my journey of existence.
Who is my soulmate and why I insist for more and induce their minds in favour of me.
If a million likes me can it possible to reborn me?
They want Jesus again not Osho.