Gift And A Curse: Overthinking Poem by Somendra Gaur

He kept running away,
Falling,
Picking himself up Running,
Everytime with higher Velocity,
Turned back to looked at his demon's
&
Ran towards the end.

His face turned Red,
Sweat & Blood all around.

Running with Fienting Feet,
Absconding from his own Fleet,

Asudden,
He hastily stopped.
'Twas end of the World?
He can't run.
A swoosh of the gust dried his sweat,
Parched blood on his forehead,
Rolling down the cheeks,
Looked like rolling Pearls.
He pulled out his Katana,
Dropped his Scabbard (Saya)
Started chopping Ogre'
Two at a time
Three in a stroke.
Firmly held armour thrown into the Torrent,
Fearlessness reflecting eyes.
Decapitated bodies piling up in the directions he moved.
Water Falling from the Torrents
And
Also Blood.
Breathless and Tired,
He bent to imbibe,
His reflection shouted at him,
'What took you so long? '
He Replied:

'I felt so Complete,
Was there any reason to Compete'

Ogre's Faded
&
Sunflower looked towards East.