Oh! The Irony!
Nine months in haven was just fine.
“I don’t want to be born,” I begged them;
But there was only a big mayhem.
Was it the beginning of an omen?
Or was it all about Almighty's might?
Birth was such an awesome premonition!
I lived and breathed. I erred and I rued.
I was drunk with occasional success;
Hit the bottom when things went astray.
I was a perfect puppet in His hands;
A fine actor with many a role to fool around.
Not a mortal task to disclose my fate awaiting.
Living was a joyful project, a gain, personal!
My life was to be the culmination!
No! The ominous forces are here again abruptly!
“I didn’t ask to die,” I thrash, mad and dauntless,
While I am being hauled to yet another trek,
My death, a lame excuse for birth.
Required words used in the poem: might,occasional,
disclose, joyful, project, gain, personal, abruptly, excuse, and the bonus word, dauntless.
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