Every Night I tell myself
I will die soon...
no flowers will grow
it will end so
the sky will be dark
with no star, no moon
I will die soon...
This beating of heart...
will stop, will halt...
this Relation of Body
with soul will part
I will dress in white
like a bride with no groom...
I will die soon...
when the tears in my eyes,,
long for you !!
I live in a hope..
these days are few !!!
Do Make me a Favour,,
that if u can come
come for my dreams.....
if u can make them true
before all is gone
before all is doomed
I will die Soon...
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