The Last Night Poem by Nishu Sharma

Probably it was the last night,
when stars were in sight.
the moon was full,
And did shine bright.

Since then begun a tale of fright,
To hurt me more, situations arrived.
With each crossing day,
They broke me more inside.
And with each dying hope,
I again and again died.

I died with every loss,
and each imposed disguise.
I died speaking truth,
and died when I lied.

Not once not twice,
On my plight I cried.
Its a burning land,
and barefoot I tried.