Life without life

A poem about lost love

Am I still living? Am I still breathing? I think “yes”. Because still I see the day, though it is entirely dark.

I was a stock of laugh, Spring of happiness, Queen of warmth, as your caring heart was my shadow.

I was just a fresh flower, Full of colors and fragrance, as you always watered me With your unspoiled love.

But, am I still living?

I’m just a human with a dead soul, Who is being walked, Till the day I fall, into your tombstone.

I think I have forgotten, how to smile and talk. I have nothing to talk, As you have been taken away from me.

Yes, I’m living in hell. I, with enormous courage, waddling forward, mechanical as a robot.

My heart, swollen from the pain. It doesn’t respond to our baby even. Maybe I have lost some nerves in my head, as I’m not conscious always.

Oh! God, Why do you select me for this? Don’t you see my life When you tore half of it? Please God, I couldn’t bear, the sleepless nights anymore. Send me your messenger to take me!