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Standing on the banks of death,
She waited for death to come.
Waves of memories ran down,
Her eyes wet and body numb.
Looking back she sighed and heaved
Life had had its way.
A saint she was not, a fact she knew
She had nothing to say.
A pompous and well-heeled life she walked,
Filled with arrogance and vanity she led.
Superior she called herself above all,
Egotism and pride she crowned in her head.
As her life swayed with riches,
Her avarice grew.
Breaking the barriers of humanity,
Her conscience she has slew.
She attempted to find love,
Yet she lusted for life.
In search of affection and passion,
She gusted and strived.
A temper to scald a numerous hearts,
Grew inside of her.
It was a vice she knew it well,
Which laughed louder than her.
Her personality smirked and sneered with gluttony,
She happily lived with the sin.
Her scruples told her otherwise,
But she was living to win.
She lived with the best of everything,
Yet she yearned for more.
Greed, bitterness and jealousy,
She was steeped in envy to the core.
Riches and affluence gave her comforts of life,
An easy existence she had found.
Her mind and body were now inept.
As Indolence and idleness had found a breeding ground.
Now as death embraced her in its arms,
She felt no itch, no regret.
She was a sinner then, and so was she now,
Experiencing her life’s sunset.
- Nimisha Shirodkar
The prompt was given by Rohin Bhargava as a part of a writing exercise.
The prompt was given by Rohin Bhargava as a part of a writing exercise.
