Between sky and the land,
was a hopeless hanging man.
    With Rope tied around his neck
    As Tight as the coil of snake.


Where ever his eyes turned,
The vaccant walls cried.
       The painful time with weak wings,
        flies as slowly as the breathless fly.

The sound of his shattering breaths,
The movement of his shaking legs.
          No hands to clasp him,
          None to thwart his attempts...

His breaking breathes desired for some air,
His juddering feets needs some land.

       With the breath escaping his soul,
        and his eyes pulled down with pain.
              The man regreted over the sin he did,
               But no hour was left for him,
               to do even a single Good deed..

The beauty of life, blessed by the Lord,
Was destroyed by a sinful weak soul.
      The one who never believed,
      The one who never prayed..
         A hopeless soul with no fate,
         Whose destiny was a shameful death.