THE LAST RIDE

Your last ride when rhymes with last rites,

 You intend to cry but you cannot  scream,

 you were bubbling with dreams,

you were cheerful and replete with a gleam.

 

 Then suddenly a bolt from the blue,

Came and took all your positive vibes,

 You could not explain but the adversity claims,

All favors which were steamy and bright

 

 The surroundings say you are not right.

Let these gloomy days pass, they quoth and it seems

 One day it will go, but nobody knows

 

 How agonising this experience is?

Killing you from inside each day, each night.

 

Compelling me to think, will it be my last ride?

 By Shaveta Narula