The Last Note

By Ananya Kumari

The pain of my heart and soul,

do I seem to suffer all alone?

The words flowing through veins to heart,

my world trapped in fables and poems.

The pain of my heart and soul,

scribbled out on paper, attempts to ease the dread.

Words, turned my life into a living metaphor,

dragging my feet onto roads unattended.

The pain of my heart and soul,

maybe, I shouldn't be trusted with life's control.

The fate settled with a pen in this life,

who knows if the words written

disguise the very last note?

The pain of my heart and soul,

I indeed bleed in remorse,

but there must be someone suffering much more.

That's what I whisper away each night,

just write, till it pains you no more.

The pain, the ache,

inside our hearts and souls.

By Ananya Kumari