Never had I seen such a sorry site..

Trodden over by hooves, paws, wheels and claws.

What not had the poor twig suffered.

Trampled carelessly; noticed rarely.

The twig was nothing but a twig after all.

Puny, some may call it, meek for others.

I could not help but wonder.

Why did the twig bear it all?

Why did God made it so small?

No answer I know I shall get.

As the truth is, there is no answer to it.

But among the huge trees that the meadow held.

Among the fragrances in the air that I smelt.

Around the peace of sound with which my heart felt.

I could not keep my eyes of the twig.

A rabbit hopped on to it and went away.

Mercilessness of nature showing its blunt way.

My heart wept and the tongue tied.

I pitied the twig with all my might.

Then the twig stood and stood erect.

Looked at me, smiled and shrugged the pity.

I stood there amazed and dazed.

Nature was not cruel after all.

Twig was small as hell.

Twig was fibred to strength.

And it stood there as it for long.

Staring at me telling me to go along.

Life takes its care itself.

It is me who need the path.

It is me who need the strength.

It is me who needs to be the twig.

Err.. Don’t get me wrong sir.

Am not accusing or doubting you.

Sure though there is some error.

I am human still, I feel.

O Death! Please come again.

Yes, I saw the sights.

The tunnel too was pretty bright.

Alas! Though now everything seems normal.

It seems like a hospital bed.

A bright tube dazzling my eyes.

Doctors and nurses glad.

Proud of their foolish achievement.

What do they know.

Its your callousness not their capability.

That brought this upon me.

Oh! Sir, I mean no disrespect.

Its just am frustrated.

Was so ready for this yes, I was.

Perfect the moment was.

For my sudden demise.

O Death! Please come again.

Now don’t give me that look.

You know as well as I.

‘What I am saying?’

You know my heart through and through.

I am bored, bored of being alive.

And then you give me dreams.

Dreams of the end.

No happiness, no sorrow.

No past or tomorrow.

The end was gentle to the core.

I had no need to be gentle anymore.

No pretence of being subtle.

No force of being loud.

No ego to push me down.

It was a dream come true.

I could love what I want.

I could love whom I want.

Hate would not have to be buried.

And now you say to me WHAT!!

It was a mistake!

Bloody hell it was.

Pardon me sir, for my language.

Now I want this mistake back.

I want my life back.

O Death! Please come again.

Mistake or with possible consideration.

Take me with you, again.

O Death! Please come again.