Cheating Death...

When people don’t express themselves, they die one piece at a time. ― Laurie Halse Anderson.

 Now my body is stooped by woes

 But it is still struggling with life

 Am nothing now; But The shadow of an old solitary tree in a ruin

 My lingering presence is a curse

 And a nuisance for myself

 And a mode of laughter for man-kind

 Ah!

 No blessings for me now

 From the great azure

 Ive been amputated from my loved ones

 Because of their demise

 Lonely me, to reminiscence

 Tired so now this old soul of living

 Then for what iam still cheating death?