With Hell, For Heaven

Drowning into the sea of hatred,
The boy somehow cling to the hope of fulfilment
Fear was like a starters to those,
Who confronts the turnstile of the abandonment
In the gradual process anxious befriend him stealthily;
The resounding lay out the terror in the backdrop giving a hunch of death
The death was nothing but a corollary to depression;
Somehow In the midst of the dark, stood up a boy,
With a plucky persona, he embezzled the fierce shadow,
A shadow with a blood trail to all the termination;
In the execution of the regality, haunting seemed like a cursed gift,
That unravelled all the clasped souls, waiting for the salvation;
The conqueror was nobody but a boy with hell, a boy for heaven
A boy who conquered the depression.
- Raj Bilimoria