how do i label this?

Then they told me
this was life....
And they watched smiling ...
as i cried out loud,
no tears,no sound,
Just my heart giving that wrenching sound...
They even said
it would make me stronger
Watch us..They said
we have all been through this
I wonder..
Is this true?
Living with this much pain
Every breath an effort,
every breath a strain
living like a root canal treated tooth-dead
but holding,bearing,forced to stand,
thankfully not feeling,
and eventually cracking and then uprooted out of life....
each choice made by other,
life finished by one,
splinted by another
and eventually defragmented
till there is nothing else to take...
yes, they smiled again...
that is life...

A POOR ORIGINAL EFFORT FINALLY!

Two people who can speak unlimited,
Two people who need not speak at all
Two people who can listen unlimited
Two people who may not even call

Two who are always there
in hell and in heaven,
And probably if one goes up and one down below,
they come to earth and say hello!

Time can come in between,
and so do people & space
But like magnets on the two poles of earth
they are always there for each other whatever the case

For friends are made of a different matter,
The atoms and molecules are only for show
For two pure hearts make this relation
And what these hearts are made up of no one will ever know

an ode to rain,life or death!

Life..floats in,unstoppable..
the glorious sunshine that blinds me after that sudden shower....it hurts all my senses but my ears...
I hear the clear crystals falling,
from the parapet..
onto the washed, pitch- black road,
Along the leaking asbestos roofs,dripping on to the plastic tarpaulins covering the urchins eating below....
life drifts in ....
Into the white shirt drenched with not sweat this time,
clinging and chilling the skin burnt in the summer sun,
for a moment i am anesthetized ...
life creeps in...
into my soul...
washing away my worries,my fears..
My dreams even....
just so that i can see new ones...
Dead...
can you imagine eyes that don't blink,
when the raindrops fall on them...
dead...

the last two lines are from a poem by Mr Amit Rai,who is no longer with us,he died of blood cancer at a very young age of 18.
i have tried to complete the poem my way,it is nothing compared to what he wrote in his lifetime.this world missed another poet.......

i finally found the original verses

is it not beautiful
to come billowing down in silk
what your little son would tell
the neighbour's boy if he saw you do it
and he can't
where is your comrade who got pleasure
from making paper dolls
and he who yet felt happy
when any said he needed a shave
parachute trouble
machine gun trouble
dead.
dead. . .can you imagine
eyelids that won't blink
when the raindrops
drops on them. . .