Who’ll cry when I’ll die?
Everything was illusion and nothing was mine.
Some relations get better with time like a old wine,
But, why was my partner so bind? ?
Everything is so secretly confined,
If only could make my life little refined.
Some are afraid of night and some eagerly wait for loss of light.
I too have some fears of mine,
But quite shy to accept…
Or my ego stops me to confess? ?
Like a child am lost in complete mess.
Living in imaginary world,
Which neither begins nor ends…
But, trying hard to join both the ends.
If ever I could make a perfect bend.
When the leaves of memories will dry…
Who will cry, when I’ll die? ?
pallvi sharma
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