Untold Tale

Colors are disappearing like loss of innocence Hearing the voices from outside like a baby in the cradle Something is murmuring just like a specific sound The sunlight is falling and making the body hot No movement in the body Eyes are open; film of his past is going on Fly is flying over his eye He is calm and peaceful, silently shouting with pain Pain of soul, pain of fear, pain of loneliness, pain of unknown misdeeds Days and nights are passing, no one comes He feels that time has stayed due to pain For one second pain has gone He thinks years have passed Nothing is changed, nor his situation, nor atmosphere Thread of life is breaking, bit by bit He is praying, fly is flying It is sitting on the half black and white side of the eye Pray for one time to blink the eyes This thing is irritating him, forgetting about everything except remembering the hellish thing He blinks the eye; the thread of life is broken Now there is no irritating thing Loss of every physical sense and loss of to be lost Journey towards unknown…………….?