Death Row
The air was clean,
The ocean had a silvery sheen.
The sun lingered on, reluctant to drown,
There was peace and quiet all around.
Crows mingled gayly, heckling by standers,
All too engrossed in the dreamy waters.
The end was far and distant,
Not to be thought about at this instant.
Suddenly he appeared, out of no where,
Stopped awhile and offered a wistful stare,
It was soothing, this respite,
Diminishing the fear , the anger, the fright.
It looked so serene, he almost believed it,
But he knew for this he wasn't fit.
The seas and the sands of the Gods,
Fit for only those who had earned the rewards.
So he relished his hour out,
Muffled his urge to scream and shout.
Found a place, took a seat,
Solitary confinement, no room for deciet.
The rainbow peeked out of the sky,
Yes. His hour had passed by.
Slowly he stirred, re-arranging his mind,
Ready to leave it all behind.
Rahul Jadhav
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