My Last Breath!

My Last Breath! elegy

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I felt the warm strengths of gentle motherly grips
How swiftly and quietly my last breath here,slips
Exact on time, undelayed
Out of reach, Lords’ trade
My eyes, terribly widened
Chilled layer penetrated my yellow body
With few words dying on lips
My purplish lips left, slightly opened
Though,I loved the poison of death’s sip
Mysterious soul’s escape
And the stiffened cold body left
Angel was bold for the spiritual theft
With sorrowful grief she was crying
With depths of loneliness,I was dying
Hard and and the best, doctors were trying
I heard, the words lingered, Man!its time!
I heard the angels’ whisper in hoarse voice
Moving the blades of death’s scissors
Tackling them across,that zigzag pattern
I took my last ever breath quietly and boldly
Poison in the end defeated me sweetly
Helpless, grieved and repented,
They all faced me dying
In the disbelief, if I was lying
The bitter truth, they were denying
With endless freedom, my soul flying
Leaving behind all the world
Leaving behind the lifeless heart
Leaving behind the beloved bonds
Dead beats in the beat-less heart
I sacrificed my soul at the expense of mortality
Still in the trance, if to believe the transparent reality
It’s not me, it’s the matter
The solid, physical structure
With weak pounding heart
With dying blue eyes
With thirsty reddish lips
With labyrinthine thoughts
With innocent feelings
With magnetic voice
With the blissful beauty
It’s not me, it’s that matter
Time proved, fact splatter
I was the soul, my body is dead
I’ll live ever after, my angel said
For the soul is the life
Can never be dead!
The life occupies the structure
Gains the human shape
The key to the lock
That runs the biological machinery
Without the soul, no concepts of life
Every structure remains haunted
Dead with no evidence of existence
I was the key
I was the soul
When you will die, you will be enlightened
I acknowledged, I tasted, I am the “dead”
I was the soul, my body is dead
I am going to live
The soul left beyond
The life mesmerizes
For my buddies, the charming friend
For ever, handsome, faithful husband
For mother, her dear,obedient son
For my beloved ones
In their hearts
In their thoughts
In their golden memories
My appealing portrait will remain alive
Straight to the hearty depths,
This “dead” will dive
I win the immortality
I defeated the death
To live ever after
I took my last breath!

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I am pharmacy student ...recently studying in quaidiazam university...am from pakistan......i believe life as the transition between the soul and the body ...try to penetrate your soul and your life would be Spiritual all over!
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Wonderful imagery. A vivid visual.

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