A FATAL REPLY

A FATAL REPLY
Am I not so worth to stand ?
A feel of finding my death on land.
Sounded like a screaming band,
Who tries to sneak an eternal hand.

I try to strive a day more,
But got to go before the roar.
Creamy ballads on their ways,
Would no one know what it says.

With a hungry tongue to starve under,
As if tried to snatch the plunder.
Countable days I go on count.
Each of an hour is taken account.

Leaving my faith and laughing out loud,
As nothing I feel to reach my cloud.
Beasts around for my life to avail,
Seeking paths for a short prevail.

Drowning soul to swim a bit.
Pitch of dark, some fire be lit.
With hidden joy I'm driving out,
Rowing my boat on a speeding spout.

End of valour due to flee,
Vision of glum and a vanishing glee.
A sparkling smile on my face,
By striking events of those days.

A tribute to the ones who are brave enough to face their death...

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