This is how I died.
I was born in the shadows of trees,
I was born with the calmness of breeze.
The boon of flowers, rivers and dreams,
The bliss of silence and sugar filled streams.
The sweet poems of the bard of the mountains, I would read,
The sky full of stars and intrepidly shining moon, I would gaze at.
I lived in the glamour of sunshine,
I lived protected with the blessings of shrines.
A young blood,an outlaw,a rebel, I proved to be.
Yet, a generous soul, a giver I used to be.
Once, the guns were aimed at me.
I saw blood running down my valley,
I guess they'd fired...
My eyes went dark,my legs began to tremble,my heart lost a beat,
and alas!this is how I Died, and no one grieved