To be born was never my choice,
But to end it, that shall be mine,
To march this ruined planet was not my choice,
But the choice to leave it is finally mine.

I have seen much,
I have suffered enough,
All of it came without a choice,
But now, I have a choice.
A choice to change, a final exchange,
Change so deep, I'll never be seen again,
Not on this planet,
Not in this universe,
Not in any corner of this dimensionless multiverse.

I don't need no help no more,
And that is my choice,
I'll take no advice no more,
Because I choose to refuse,
And that's my choice; Mine alone.

When every option burned away,
When every bright path shut close that day,
In that pitch black night,
A dark flame sprang to life.
I chose to follow it,
I chose to allow it,
Lead my journey off the edge.

I came to realise,
All along, the dark flame was my choice,
The final choice anyone could possess.
I choose death over life,
I choose to die,
And die, and die, again and again,
Until this choice too,
Eventually no longer remains mine.

There's a place,
Deep within myself,
Explore it if you want,
But it only cries for help.

With horrid faces,
Come the hypocritical races.
They are the friend misled,
By an enemy deeply seated.

Love they seem to give,
But loving they are not.
Care they seem to take,
But it’s a trap that leads to hate.

You’ll be lied to,
They’ll make you think you’ll gain.
By the passing nights, you’ll know,
Your trust’s s'posed to give you but endless pain.

There’s a foe,
You’ll ultimately know,
That’s ever ready to destroy you.
With slightest chance it gets,
Swiftly, it will act.
Quietly, it will ****.
And then all is gone,
All you ever had is lost.

Humans, they are called,
The race.
This race I hate the most.

A fully nourished, lively child,
All bright from outside,
Forget not tho' that kid is,
As hollow as the void inside.

Last words, as you might say,
A final wish, I have none.
A soothing, relaxing pain,
And then at last, I’m gone.

As invisible as you may be,
your presence cannot be ignored.
As silent as you may stand,
your voice will not be scorned.

It matters not if you know them,  
for they may already know you.  
Being alone may bring you peace,  
Yet they're always there to comfort you.

There are people you may not care for,  
but they still care for you.  
There are people you may not forgive, ever,  
but they have forgiven you.

Anger, rage, fight and forget,
such is the circle of life.  
But to realise, apologise, care and forgive,  
that is the lesson of life.  

Choose wisely, choose good,  
be kind and live true.  
For your choices will shape not only yourself,  
but all the lives around you.

Miegrat Sammri
- मिग्र्याट स्याम्म्री

" बिर्सिन्छु होला तिमीहरुको नाम साथी,
  बिर्सिन्छु होला तिमीहरुको चेहरा,
  तर यो कहिल्यै नसम्झिनु साथीहरु,
  कि मैले साँच्चिनै बिर्सिएँ तिमीहरुलाई,
  किनभने, बिर्सिने छैन प्रिए साथीहरु ती रमाइला दिन,
  जुन मैले तिमीहरुसँग बिताएँ | "

English Translation:

Poem Name: Friends

I may forget your names, my friend,
I may forget your faces...
But do not interpret it the wrong way,
that I have really forgotten you,
Because, never will I forget those merry days,
which I spent with you...