You will then miss me
When I gasp for the last of breath
And take tentative steps to death,
Way-lost, unsure wither to go,
Baffled, fallen short of your faith,
You will then miss me.
And when sweet breeze begins to sing
A well-metered sonnet on spring,
Floral fragrance shall when unfold,
When you recall my short inning,
You will then miss me.
Recalling our paper-made boat
Set in street’s rain-rivers afloat,
And you feel sad of your bad mood,
Your boat did when no farther float,
You will then miss me.
Over poets far better known,
Fearing, people would t’me get drawn,
And all else appreciating why,
When you recall why you’d bemoaned,
You will then miss me.
When the melted frost memories
Of mine would still waft as fresh breeze,
And feeling that long suppressed pain,
Contrite, you try, straighten old crease,
You will then miss me.
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Musing |07.11.2024| love, remember
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