A time when every new moment could be your last,
40 Years spent like this ! Yeah that was my past
Stopping & Ending was just not an option
’40 years on oxygen” – a one and only condition

Is it any good, carrying your lacerated self?
To reach out or not? be guilty? and delve?
Pick up my shattered shreds with hope determined
Before you know it, My 40 pieces conjoined

When you survive to make it easy for others to live
A quantum of your own heartbeat when you willingly give
It’s a done deal then ! You can’t take it back till you die
And before you know it, 40 years have gone by…