LIFE

I was stabbed by my own sword
The sword on which I relied my whole life
Teared me apart from behind
Thousand times
And I stood still just to see on whose hands
Are those swords, so dear to me
The swords whose shine come from the sweat of me
Oh lord! What a moment
Was that
I saw that the sword was in my hand
So firm and stiff
So happy and bliss
Then I released my last breath towards the hell
And lied on the ground
With blood making a blanket
Mixed with dust and the soil
The same soil on which I took birth
The same soil which made me so strong
But look what I did by the strength I got
I stabbed myself and teared each part apart
And then with the pieces remaining somewhere here and there
With eyes and heart tugged on a known sphere
I left this world so cruel so mean
To find a life after I stopped to breathe.