WAIT AND FIGHT

Well, I know how you feel

fallen in the dark well of lone
thinking what except death could be mine
digging the hole to your own mine.

Heap of troubles pushing your brain

down to the throat where it waits
for a slit to get out free. Even blood
overjoyed to smell outside veins.

You don’t know what dare you acquire

to feel breath leave your body. but your kins
require thousands of times of it to bare
you, the prince missing in their world of love and expectations.

Life is not as easy as death you feel,

but life to your mom after it, is death after all, which
you might never thought of, death mightn’t feared
much as trouble, but if it was reason …

Wait we are coming too, my friend

not a single cell on earth breathe without a trouble,
and you can’t be rude leaving us back, take us all
too, or wait and fight just like your alikes.

--P. Chaitanya Sai Krishna,

PUC-2, CG-09.