Immorality
drowning,deep into it,
breath escaping me fast,
limbs feebling every second,
i think its last,
descending still on,
i can still think,
give me a hand will you,
someone from somewhere,
silence and silence,
no response and no talk,
its getting worse,
i can think still,
i make an effort to focus,
and think sharp,
boy what do i get,
they are all drowning with me,
very ,very fast.
Copyright © Shishir Gupta | Year Posted 2005
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