My second blogged poem ...... bouquets and brickbats welcome :) ....
Who will cry when I die?
Oh, I wish some do cry ...
But is it not intriguing why ...
Should I want to die just to see someone cry?
Who will miss my words, both jolly and wane
who will remember the stupid jokes and the silly fights;
who will drive down the old memories lane
while silently staring at the twinkling twilights.
Who will sulk when I go?
Oh, I wish some one loves me so ....
But I wonder if I would really go,
If of such love I came to know....
Who will look at my empty chair
and wish the clock could be turned back;
who will hold a steaming cup of coffee on a cold winter morning
and wish I was there to share the moment.
Who will cry when I die?
Oh, I wish some do cry ...
But, who will keep the company of my ebbing sigh,
Silent dry eyes are a dreadful goodbye .........
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