Sunday, 5 February 2012

Strike Three~

In the midst of Winter
A lay man stood by the dzong,
Yearning for a reason to break free
from his mundane routine that went on for hours

Even though he wanted something more
a reason to love perhaps?
Whether be it a girl or a season
His intentions were quiet,
Infact as silent as the grave
A promise yet to be told
and yet the budding rose wilted

A reason...
Unknown to the rest of the world
for there was none in the first place...
He picked up his gun
and shot himself in the head
but he wasn't dead, nor wounded
life's mystery and yet a tragedy!!

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