Death came one night

Stood beside my bed

I ignored as if it is just a dream

I imagined

When I was in a ocean and how my compass lost its memory

And I remembered

How once my kite went deep into sky

Leaving me and my threads alone

I slowly remembered everything ,I had forgotten

Then again I looked towards death

This time I closed my eyes

And slept in the pavement of memories

To say my story to the morning

who is waiting at the door of this night.

Published by wrong

always busy in losing mysellf

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