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Writer's pictureAlka Ram

ON THE EDGE




All alone and frantic I lie

On the edge of life, I'm tied

One last breath and life's about to fly

To an eternal journey, they sigh.


My frigid soul gazing at me

Little does it know I'm in grief

There's a huge void in my heart

Can it be refilled with some warmth?


The Earthly gods in white coats; my saviour

Melting their blood and sweat for inhumane hours

There's a tear in my half-opened eye

I don't know if it will dwell or die?


Can I wake to another sunlit day?

Or sleep a few twilight hours?

The little joys of dear life

Where will I search for you in this abyss?


At last everything's slipping away

The smell of blood and the panicky silence

Everything's a blur in my brain

My soul started flying like a feather in blue sky.


Don't keep flowers on my grave and weep

Don't say I was a gem you could keep

Touch my soul and feel me please!

For we all leave one day in peace.


And one day my soul shall rise above all Like a window to the wounded soul

I wonder if I would turn into a twinkling star

But the starry night I slept at was the heaven I truly had!


Dr Alka Ram

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