The Last Resort

He stared at the knot, confused if it’s worth
Wondering if it’ll sort
If that’s the right thing, for he felt no mirth;
Thus he planned to abort
Hoping to live well, on this charming earth
And never to fall short
With strength and valour, he rose and moved forth
Odd thoughts failed to distort
He dodged every glitch with resilience
But death was quite sly
One day it barged in, to tar his rebirth
Alas! he couldn’t retort
The noose once despised
Now hugged his neck girth
Hangman’s knot did contort.
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Moumita, is a service sector professional and a Glossophile who dedicates her leisure time in learning foreign languages. She writes to learn, to convey and to hear her own thoughts speak. For her, a blank page is both a mirror and a stage. She says, “Writing is my favourite expression. It’s my way to capture my wandering thoughts that help me write some sweet nothings.I keep the known alive and give life to the unknown, through my writings.”