It was 10 May and was Saturday.
The night was dull, so was the day.
I was drunk in my own wave.
Beyond the wave,
I felt like I am in a cave.
Where left to me there was a grave.
Suddenly someone bawled, "Please save!"
Just after a second, someone splintered the pave of a grave.
Appalled, I began to shiver.
Rise in my body temperature, I sensed the fever.
Sweat dripped from my forehead, as if I fell in a river.
Couple of lines stroked my mind, those reminded me of a believer.
Wounded my chest, blood spilled everywhere like a fire.
With my fingers I buried that blood on a black paper.
Quiveringly, when I stood up, there was something hanging with a cover.
When I got close, it was a mirror.
That was dark and was shattered.
Showed my face as if it was burned.
Yes! I screamed and cried.
Broke the silence, the scenes were haunted.
I fell on my knees, I cried, and for ineffable I craved.
I became so weak as if I was someone's slave.
"You are strong, be brave", suddenly the words came from the grave.