Now death has come before me
Claiming what is owned temporarily
But choices are given to be drawn
Whether to live again in vain
Or choose death that is about to gain
Escape, i thought for a second
What is to be yielded on hand
I love my life
Yet, I'm curious about death
Is it a cure?
I asked again-
And in enough of thoughts,
I jumped to death's den
And to eternal darkness
My life faded
Like a footprint on a sand