What if….
What if….
He was scrutinized his own Funeral with unwrap eyeball. Few eyes with tears and gossips have distorted the ambiance of his home. Akin to a looser he watches his corpse, Countless reverie, he designed and now everything is negated.
Whatever I have earned throughout my struggles, swindle all disappeared now. Pressure of tears has washed out his vision towards his corpse. Suddenly he screams, detain that driver who snatched my existence just because he does not covet to impede for a traffic signal.
He wipes his tears with wobbly hands, get rid of some spit from lips and chin.
Leave it, I will not enjoy the verdict anymore.
Written by~ Gaurav j Chopra
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