Poem By kaustubh tilve
The unmistaken I locked in the darkest world.
Thugs roaming by side laughing at me with mcking voice.
So precious my freedom curtailed for not done.
The decision of heart and now I repent for it.
Became a slave, my hands raughened up.
Working in this darkness, cannot afford watching sun.
I count last time as my desires burn in front of my eyes.
Time for demise, soul says in provoking voice.
Try to run to escape the darkness.
But, how far will they take me?
Legs take me to cliff, no further to go.
Vertigo I get as my eyes look down.
Behind sarcastic death and in front is my doom.
And I prefer doom and perish happily.
Hoping as I die that there won't be a mistake.
The mistaken me made mistake, but wishing unmistaken I was.