Not Today

Why does it have to be today?

Why not tomorrow or the day after?

Why does it have to be today?

I prayed for a morsel of solace, not a blast of merriment, “she” thought I was after…

She stood right behind me

Her stench made me want to retch, and her wings were eerily grotesque!

Why did it have to be my turn, why me?

I have to send my last letter of love, I only wished for a paper and pencil to sketch…

“Speak your last words now, for this earth shall witness your end today”

By sheer luck of gold, I was blessed with a paper and pencil –

I sketched gathering all my wits for I couldn’t afford to be an imbecile!

I chose two words to chase her away,  my last words were –‘not today, not today…’