Nightmare

As I was about to sleep,
In a while shot dead.

My soul wept and cried,

For my family,

Bucket list also wiped.

For the things I left undone.

For the friends who decided to

See me tomorrow.

And for my desiring company,

I was about to join.

My last message to beloved,

We will get for sunrise.

Now, will it be fine?

I wish, I couldn't die,

And my soul cries,

In front of an angel,

Taking me to hell or heaven?

The blood was oozing from my body,

Even, when I was out.

I felt so bad to see myself,

Lying down in between crowd.

Relatives gazing at me,

Touching my body and holding my hand.

Why you are shouting?

When it is just a nightmare.

-SSS