A life that never was

I dont remember when i was born,
I didnt know till it was too late,
To know what was left behind,
Was all too hard and unkind.


This sounds a tragedy,
But na, i'm not existent anymore,
To feel and live the tragedy,
Tragedy, again, it may sound.
Lest who's bothered about tragedy,
That affects none but this one, Who ceases to be alive.


My story sounds docile,
But, that makes the grind,
All too benign and quiescent.
Life's just a game,
And am a player gone.
Timed out, before i had a chance, T
o prove my worth, my salt

O' mother, listen to me,
I beg thee to be with me
Cried i.......

My pleas, fell on darkness
All too pervasive and cruel.
But hey, do i see a light.?
In the distance..?


I'm moving forth it, within the bottle,
Without myself.
Unsure about the lead.
Pray, to you, who brought me here,
And called me back, all too soon.

Isn't that bcz u love me more,
Than those left behind.?