ZERO...FREEZING TILL DEATH!!!

 "...I could feel the pain, yet I could not.

I knelt down before the hell-boss, unwillingy certainly caught.

It was my trip to abyss and I could not feel the bullet inside my stomach.

I could only feel its velocity attack.

Heaven and hell churned out,

Terror stood before me in black, his busy AK-57, his chest wide and stout.

At one corner of my vision was she, I attended her wedding last night...

At the other end was standing he, once I attended his funeral site.

Cruel metals punched his throat for the red serum gate,

He was lacking expression, trying, but it was too late.

Ouden! I suppose, it is ouden...

I want to pray! I don't need oxygen..."



Caution: Read this poem gently, slowly and with a feel....

The drama over here has been made touchy from the words of a dying victim of the 26/11 incident at the grand Taj, India. To the many readers he is speaking meaningless, fuzzy,but in doing so he is depicting the horrified last minute feel before leaving human life. He wants to wrap up so many things in a short while, and leaves you or the other beside him to interpret. He might not be interpreted but he has interpreted the endless research going on after the death of human life. Are you now getting eager to know what he has understood after his unexplained life???...Here is the answer, just scroll down:


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"There is nothing beyond this life, except a big zero..."