Verge

Slowly and steadily I am loosing my glory

As if I am eliminated from my own life story

I feel I am losing the lustre of my eyes

My slain mind is left with only woes and cries

The blossoms in my soul are turning to decay

And beats of my heart are loosing their way

My dream is turning into a dreadful nightmare

And hopes grasping the hands of unceasing despair

The air around me is snatching away my breath

I think I am heading towards the verge of my death