A high volume of air
Air that a life breathes
All pushed in a second
As if to blast the receptacle
right inside the body of life
And just at that moment
Unable to break free
A scream, A shrill cry
As if to pull down the heavens
As if to show them the hell
It is a cry of pain
A pain of misery of life
The thin walls of the stomach
they are torn and scarred
And the blood oozes out
This cry is not for pity
This cry is not self-pity
This cry is to let free
This cry is to puke misery
This cry is the misery of life
I”ve had few glimpses of the pliability of the human heart.. its marvelous ability to withstand adversity and accomodate whatever comes next..
A lifeless life… as put on Ventilator??? I have seen & felt it in my heart what has been voiced here… well… How are you??
perfect……..:):) :)….do write sumthing abt smile ……..
enna sollrenga endru theriyala…. kuzhlanthai pirappu..illai.. nammoda iyalamai …puriyavillai…ennudaiya moolai ippo velai seiyavillai endru ninaikkeren….mannikavum!