The wind pushing his skin,he stood.
Struggling leg nerves withstanding the push.
Looks Down , 3000 miles.
The End awaiting.
A warm tsunami hit his heart .
Stomach ached .
ever so slow- – - – - > sad.
Despise, hatred , sorrow filled time.
There were roses aside the rock, he was standing.
A sparrow hopped up the rock.
Blistered faces .
and Ghost reveries.
The human Spirit is strong.
Too strong, That it is a Problem.
many names for it.
It is something more than all these.
A drugged heart’s cry for one’s own sympathy.
Pure selfishness to carry the weight for a longer time.
3000 miles down to Hit Head first ——> Solution None.
Swallow the Emo.
The Sparrow kept quiet to all this.
its Head ticking to all directions possible.
Quivering little chest, Impaled with pain.
Legs broke, it could not hop proper.
Seldom Do we realise —-> pain.
seldom Do we live.
The sparrow lifted up .
Flew across the rock—-> He stared.
The wind grew gentle.
The roses Crept up their sweat into the wind.
The man Stands at ease.
His Eyes follow the bird into oblivion.