A Poem by Me

 

The Last Breath

By Sifaul Lutfiyani

 

Snuggled in like a frazzle lark

Jump into every mortal fight

Entire Laurels absconding

Croppers guard left and right

 

Locked deeply in the dark

Not even an inch sight

Quiet muggy air suffocating

Count to die yearning the light

 

Limp souls load all Fears

Brisk dictums burn the Ears

Sweat remains its last drop

Strides trapped in a flop

 

Eyes gush tons of blood tears

Lungs  turn into rotten Pears

Veins are clashing out with a dope

Dreams are hanging on a brittle rope

 

Ague budged the whole skeleton

As fever sternly stressed the bone

Mouths serve a bitter grin

Mousy wounds cover the skin

 

As needy flesh is narrow

All needles sunk in a marrow

Then heart pent up in anguish

And it’s craving for a fine finish

 

Oh wind, why are you so cold?

Am I too weak to be bold?

Oh girl, where will you go, sister?

Will I turn into a loser?