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…………….?
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