5th November,2013
How shall u know when I am not here,
But how will u know it my dear?
Who shall u laugh with, bug or fight?
And call at 12,in the middle of the night.
At every sunset and at every dawn
Will u know it, when I am gone?
Who shall, but just in case;
Die to only look at your face?
Who shall, but take those walks,
Of spoken words and silent talks.
Oh! who shall wait for you in vain,
Alone, on sleepless nights of rain.
Sun shall shine and winds will blow,
Even if today I decide to go,
But who will hold that shade to you,
And feed you on the morning dew?
My words scribbled on empty page,
Shall make it the perfect image.
No wind shall dare blow harshy o;er
Even when, I am no more…..
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