Alive till i die

Today i made a pact,
a pact with god.
That i will be alive,
alive till i die.
I see people walking down the street,
streets supposedly live and abuzz,
are really filled with ghost of people.
People who were once alive and ambitious,
are now just working machines.
Their ambitions take a backs seat,
as reality kicks in.
Their virtues, their principle's forgotten like a distant memory,
as practicality replaces them.
What is the use of such an existence?
What are they but dead?
Heavens forbid if i were to become like that.
I would die rather than become like that,
for what are they but dead?
For i have a pact with god, 
that i will be alive.
Alive till i die.

Author's Note

I am more of writer, and this is my first attempt at poetry, so please tell me how is it...

Reviews

[Perkele.7885]

Believe me, Poetry is writing at its best. You are conveying complete stories and messages with a whole lot less information and still satisfying the reader. A good poet is a wonderful writer Apoorvo!