How I Will Die

By Kishan Gopal Shahu

This melancholy dapps me everytime 

Though the ship in the middle of the ocean 

Primed to drown 

Through the hope to find and clinch the grown again 

I see a barren land nowhere but so far 

I could hold all these waves ,pull myself closer to there 

As the ship breaks down ,the sail goes down

I flitter my hands and legs and my heart and my hope ,my wings,my eyes,my soul

Something is pulling me to drown everytime I hold on to one thread 

As if something tied to my legs 

And so it was,

the fear to be blown by the gusty winds ,

Left leg with the plank 

Unassertive to what happens 'i am 

I'm flittering 

The ground is still nowhere,still it is somewhere 

Should I untie the rope, ?

Gusty winds 

Should I keep it?

I get drowned.

I will die , conspired 

I flitter, Shall I die on the ground yet so far.

Shall I die ,I die hands spread on the ground.

Shall I die ,the water crushing me from from everywhere 

I will die 

flittering stopped.

By Kishan Gopal Shahu