Born to Die

Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die,

Life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,

As a normal person he was born; crying,

With the happiest faces were the parents, who had given birth to a new life,

A life which was more precious than theirs,

A life for which they both deeply cared,

A life which would never give them despair,

Light of hope in their life had sprung,

On the lightest thread their life hung.

Days, weeks, months and years passed,

Slowly the child began to go to school,

Slowly the child began to make friends,

Slowly the child started understanding life,

Slowly the child had a dream to win without fights,

Slowly the child began exploring the cruel nature of the world,

People are selfish was the answer he got,

Slowly it was time for him to enter his teen,

Slowly the changes in him were well seen,

Slowly he was no longer a boy, who hid in the crowd,

Slowly he became a boy which made the family proud,

He always said, “Dream as if you’ll live forever. Live as if you’ll die today.”

A teenager with such a broad mind was such a rare thing for all,

It seemed like nothing would go wrong at all,

Slowly the child began to write,

Essays, stories and poems whatever it felt right,

He poured his heart directly into the writings.

Now this story will take a bend,

Because the boy met a girl whom he loved till the end,

It never seemed the kind of boy, who would fall in love,

Thus his friends asked why her?

He simply replied,” Sometimes the heart sees what is even invisible to the eye and the heart wants what it wants.”

Slowly the boy and the girl became friends,

He kept his feeling well hidden,

Everyone knew how he felt, who didn’t?

Look at the sky it is not always clear,

No one expected this oh dear.

He was suffering from a chronic heart ache,

The pain he suffered was inevitable,

This problem with his heart was incurable,

The thread that held his family started becoming loose,

The light of hope had started to shade,

All the dreams they had started to fade.

Will the happiness in the family ever return?

Will they ever get out of this misery?

Will the boy ever fully recover?

Or he will have to live with the pain forever.

Soon he was discharged from the hospital,

But yet the problem hadn't been solved,

The pain that lied within him gave him some shocks,

 Surrounded by friends still lonely he felt,

No one knows how with his problems he dealt,

He had a small notebook where he wrote his best quotes,

The first one said, “Pray that loneliness may spur you into finding something to live for, great enough to die for.”

Well the boy was brave and strong,

He dealt with the pain as it prolonged,

He knew if failed he would die,

He knew it would make many cry.

When asked how are you?

Always replied with a smile,” I am fine”

The mercy of god upon him had failed to shine.

Few years passed he was still ill,

He was in love with that girl still,

Good friends they had already become,

Never was able to open up his heart in front of her.

Slowly and slowly the pain was too much to resist,

Slowly he began to give up hope,

With life he was unable to cope,

He was again admitted with some serious pain,

All the prayers were in a vain,

The thread that hung his family tight was about to be break,

Their son lay cold on the bed,

Moments before his heart collapsed,

He shouted out loud with a cry,

“I was born… born to… die.”

Couldn't tell his girl how much he loved her,

Couldn't tell his friends how grateful he was,

Couldn't tell his family how much he loved them,

Couldn't tell the world how much he struggled in pain.

Because sharing this pain wouldn't decrease the pain within,

Such a lovely boy had never done a sin.

This is a realization that life is cruel,

Don’t waste this life living like a fool,

There is no time to feel shy and cry,

Because everyone here is born to die.