Way Back From Death
1 min readSep 22, 2020
There I was on the edge of the cliff, ready to die.
Most probably taking my last few breaths under the sky.
Tired of every lie.
Saw a girl beside a cottage looking at the sky.
She said “Oh God! Either it should rain cats and dogs or it shouldn’t even rain.
I don’t like drizzle, I am telling you plain.’’
Ah! That’s what I was looking for, someone like me.
Either the best or not even the rest, I used to say with a glee.
But why she seems wrong even to me today.
Because that’s what is drawing me to death, anyway.
Maybe I’ll stay,
And thank her on my way.
Maybe she’ll not even understand what is hell.
Neither do I understand it, well!