WHEN I DIE

Can somebody tell me -
Why has life to be so precious?
How can everything be
ruled by the power of sun so far away?
Why has the darkness of the night
been forgotten in the presence of the moon?

Can you get me a soul
perfectly satisfied and content?
Why have the old rules
to be still followed and not bent?
Did you ever come across an emotion
without a war between heart and head?

With so much at stake and so much to reveal
Passion in me is ignited but I have stopped to feel
With dormant dreams, I can not even
Differentiate between a cry and a joy.
ME HATES ME and world I live in
is becoming a burden for I to see.

Breathing has been painful for so long.
Please don't debate - whether I'm right or wrong.
"WITHOUT ANY REGRETS" - engrave it on my tombstone
When I die...

~Alok Alamban~

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