After break up, I went to sleep Broken heart but hard to weep! Ruefully! Closed the eyes ‘I am strong’, I uttered, playing the wise!!
Solemn I was, when saw something Two different tracks, kept me staring! Gasping I was, without even walking still tried to listen, what they were saying!!
One said, “I am the death, lead you to peace” It’s my promise, will never tease! Pile of bad memories, it showed to me Austere would be to live but I can give you glee!!
Another uttered, “stop being obscure” It’s not an epigram that only I can cure! If austere it would be, to live ‘Move on’ is the zeal, I can give!!
Peace was the cake, that I only want So, Death would be the way I should count! After death, “Would I be out of the wound??” That was the question, I found!!
“Should I emulate another”, I asked As zeal was the Trump card! To move on meant, empty the ‘Whole Glass’ not even good, I can save, uttered Alas!!
Stern it was, to go with the one Solving this enigma, contained no fun! “Peace or Zeal, which was vital?” One would take my life; another would give me a title!!
This thought played an Omen Opened my eyes, whispering “Oh Man!” To choose, “I would live”, gave me the zeal Choosing this track, conceit the feel!!