Poetry

The sky was over cast with a cloud.
He stared above at the sky.
His heart bleeding profound
The harsh wind was just a passer By.
“Who will bear the money lender?
How will I walk out with head held high?
Who will be my succeeder?”
He thought all these with a sigh.
Things for the last few days had changed
New dilemmas shade his life.
His life was not at all arranged
He doubt how he would survived
The water raging with fury, before him lay
He seemed to ask himself a thing,
“Should I see another troublesome day?”
After all he too was a human being.
The water seemed to call him near,
His heart surrendered to the sea.
How much could he after all bear!
He walked forward to see.
Then a Thump, Splash, he went down.
The sea engulfed the only food.
No one was seen around.