dear life can you promise me a silent death sooner

Avowed and yet disowned;
won and yet lost;
flying and yet trapped;
loved and yet alone;
a silent tongue that makes much noise
and defeats my deaf ears,
and my body that does not soothe my soul anymore
but still, I live
without a cause
and without promises to keep.
Dear life!
Can you promise me a silent death sooner?

 

by alok mishra