Fifty-ninth and half secondA Poem by Frozen EyesJust before he takes you awayIt really doesn't matter, If the clock kills you or the knife. Birth is just a countdown to death!
The close ones, family, friends Everything you think you achieved, stays back. One fine day even a winner loses all bets!
A lifetime of memories, the flashbacks, The victories, the failures, the wishes, Patiently wait to project inside your head!
On the fifty-ninth and half second, It will all come back to you like fresh thought, Everything you did since your first breath! It really doesn't matter, If the clock kills you or the knife. Birth is just a countdown to death! © 2015 Frozen EyesFeatured Review
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StatsAuthorFrozen EyesCooch Behar, West Bengal, IndiaAboutHere to express supressed feelings, dreams that never came true, failed rebellions and some sweet memories. more..Writing
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