Monday, September 16, 2019

I was Dying

There she was by the lake
sitting just wide awake
crying and sobbing
while I was gazing

Here Tone was rising
just mesmerising
whispering
'I was dying'

The song of soul
like wolf's howl
like a lion's growl
It's a stroll
on the edge
of a high pitched prowl
Dawn was starting to go

She was just sobbing in the flow
whispering 'I was dying'
The sky was dark
with group of crows flying
she was whispering
'I was dying'

Beautiful was her face
like a well made maze
whispering 'I was dying'
Turns out, she was lying

                                - Siddharth Pashikanti

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