Blood all around, I felt him die,
Never realised; it was the final goodbye.
He finally slept with peace and I with tears,
His absence will traumatise me in the coming years.
They won; no one knows who or what,
Even the land will be barren and draught.
No one is happy to see the red,
With loved ones on the death bed.
Time stops for no one. Express!
He never understood what she said,
He went straight to the bed,
The fight increased until it reached the end,
It was too big to mend.
The next morning, he woke up and she did not,
That was the end of her and his wedlock.
Things remained misunderstood and unsaid,
Happiness was lost after she was dead.
Every day, he slept alone and upset,
All his life, he remained under her love debt.
Thought by thought,
Word by word,
Phrase by phrase,
He accepted the praise.
But no one ever asked,
“Why such poems?”
“Why so much hurt?”
“Why so many blues?”
The only answer that he can think of is, “Step into My Shoes.”
Life seemed a little less pleasing to him in her absence.
To forget her, was to die.
She misses him now.
Presence was never appreciated, absence was missed.
Him- 1 Her-0
Life is a series of questions and we live to find the answers to it.
Question: What is life?
Answer: It is a combination of excitement and expectations from life, in the life; to live the life.