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Crawling to the grave

I begged my parents to love me a bit,
And asked my friends to stay longer.
I prayed the Almighty to bless me a bit,
And I knelt before my destiny to take me to my lover.

 

Now that all of them have refused me a shelter,
They are watching me left dumb in the sun to swelter.
Oh, I feel exhausted and can’t find my heart anymore.
I guess someone is knocking hard for an entry through the shredded door.

 

Ahn, I see I have my death at the threshold, waiting for me.
And I walk to every door, urging them a plea.
“Please be there at my funeral”, but a hundred tries I gave.
And each time they refused, so here I crawl myself to my grave!

 

Poem by Sambhavi from team invertedmirror.com

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