Witnessing my death

With a sound, loud like a roar

“It” slipped into air, swift and straight

Making air warm with its kiss

To end my journey of life, to culminate my fate

Rushing towards me with great speed

Making its trajectory, sharp indeed

It meets me on my forehead

The pain, unbearable and severe

Beseeching to be soon dead

On my knees I am

Feeling “it” moving in my head

Crushing the veins, cracking the bones

Losing my sensation, witnessing my death

Albeit it’s expressing still, on me its wrath

Red river is out of my head hole

And I am lying on the ground, beneath a pole

In red river dissolving is my wit and senses

Fading down all my memories, reminiscences

Bearing pain, trying to evade life

Feeling calm in losing sensation of each sense

Sleeping in the lap of weakness

The source of red river is now exhausted

I am resting in my unconsciousness

Witnessing my soul, my life departing

And my body, no endeavor to move, resting

Out of my skull, “it” is now in the air

Enervated it is, meet the tree beside

In the trunk, it is resting now

And my head, out of pain, is bursting

Though clock hand have moved hardly a distance

But years have passed for me in pain, till that instance

Silence is in the heart, silence all around

                                  And myself, travelling in sky, with dead body on the ground