This is my story .
How I came to be .
Lying unconscious,
In my death bed
Waiting for the inevitable
Alas! I came back to life
Woke up all alone
Sad and lonely
No one to care or love
Thought dying would have been better
Was fascinated by the world of Art
Drawn towards Monet, in particular
Started to dream,
To paint like him
Soon to realize
It was a dream, too far out of reach
Felt lost again
Wondering , to which world do I belong
So I took to writing
And this is how I came to be.