One silent chilly midnight,
in a dark secluded room
beyond the window, morning dew touches leaves
anticipating to drop
eyes at dew, mine falling tears.
Not that I saw shooting stars
dashing sweep from the vast night sky
wishing wish upon a star to come it true,
not that moment soothe and rejuvenate
the spark for my poetry to lost.
Crying all out loud, by myself, instead I:
an accident I am!
a mistake t'was I born, a mishap t'was I vulnerable
life's a fluke of nature, therefore.
Sure i am alive by fate, by chance, by luck, by coincidence
at this very moment
crying and breathing I am.