Beneath the Oak tree I stand,
Deep pain in heart i bore,
Only three pills in hand,
Only three hours of life to cure.
I started walking on the road,
With autumn's gift of death,
First pill I took thinking of God,
For another hour of deadly rest.
I ran suddenly to childhood,
And remembered lonely days,
when they had fun I wandered in wood,
My loneliness bound me in a case.
I felt down with tears on my cheeks,
Another hour gone with the pill,
Death towards me leaps,
And I had two pills till.
I took the second one,
And to youth I came,
Alone for someone,
But she remained the same.
Oh Soul!you would have thought,
My life was a jock,
Alone I was in a sea,
With no joy, no glee.
The last pill was left,
But I dared not,
to take it and,
Leave it for the best
I didn't cried friends,
due to death nor even felt scared,
I died there with closed hands,
And pill still on the road.
One day someone may come,
And see my dead face,
But i will help him to extent some,
I left one pill,another hour for his grace.
NOTE- THIS POEM IS A SHORT VERSION OF ONE OF MY STORIES>
IT WAS NOT POSSIBLE TO WRITE THE STORY SO I WROTE A POEM..
