Dear life...

You gave me..tons of pangs,
in such a young age..
But ya!..at least..I wouldn't have to,
endure that senility phase...

Just gloomy chapters left,
in the book..destiny wrote..
Rest ones were torn and thrown,
from my life's boat...

What if I'd be a bride?
I'll die..before that mehandi fade..
Cuz..I'm that ominous one,
not for anyone made...

But..I'll urge him..to take,
two yards space..under some tree of his garden..
Bury me..there only,
I know..I was worthless for you..
Please Pardon!!...

A soft breeze..Will be coming to you,
whenever you gonna visit that tree..
That will be me,
embracing you with glee...

I'll shower..some fresh bloom,
as love to you..
You'll sensate my absence..in the twilight,
when you'll find murk..in every hue...

The rain will drench you,
when you'll come to greet..
Those will be my tears,
rolling down at your feet...






© Forlorn...