Her life was never content <br />Alas…she had never understood <br />The true content of her life <br />A failure it was… <br /> <br />She had alternated <br />Between all the <br />Available alternatives <br />But had been duped by her own fate <br /> <br />She stood there <br />Like a sole tree in a desert <br />Deserted…. <br />By her own <br /> <br />She had become an object of criticism <br />Those cruel eyes drilled her soul <br />But could she object? <br /> <br />Like a prisoner of fate <br />She housed herself <br />In the walls of her own house <br />She could stand no more <br /> <br />Had her life become a refuse? <br />She refused to budge <br />The fate refused to budge <br />But she had decided to outwit it <br /> <br />She saw the hoarding… <br />Recreation for the weekend <br />She laughed…her life had no purpose now <br />Only if she had been able to recreate her life <br /> <br />She signed <br />Even the ink betrayed <br />She resigned her death note <br />Now she was ready to resign her life… <br /> <br />Life was so close <br />But she closed her heart. <br />The moment arrived…she did it <br />Minutes passed…she felt not even a minute pain <br /> <br />As the number in her clock increased <br />She felt more number <br />As she winded her life <br />She felt the cold wind <br />Then everything was still <br /> <br />Then peace<br /><br />Kavitha Krishnamurthy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-poem-using-heteronyms/
