Tonight let me write a last poem
What if tomorrow sun forgot to shine
Questions of your life will act as crime
How will u stand with that broken spine

Your broken roof is flying in midnight time
A last smile as its world will end at nine
Life was a painting with a simple design
Situations ruined it like a glass of wine


Like a kid reading a nine line poem
Memories flew away without any rhyme
When the light will be back i will be fine
For life Death is its permenent design


A bird without wings like situation is mine
Fighting for freedom is utmost prime
Serching for a spark in dark cage everytime
One day the bird will die and everything will be fine


© Fallen-Bird