I didn’t know you till you passed away

And no more do I than I did before

You chose to leave, you chose death

when you were left with no other choice.

You lived only as much as I’m alive today

With a fervor now lost to the weakened winds

Yet I know now there are one too many

Who wish, desperately, in wrecking futility,

To turn this damn time around

And battle past that wretched moment

That sucked your life away.


Nisha Arudra