The Deathbed (Poem)
When I'll be lying on deathbed,
Fake or true tears might be shed.
To my grave you'll come and cry,
When even my memories will die.
Few final words in my praise you'll say,
And then helplessly look the other way.
When I die, who will cry,
All their tears will ultimately dry.
My thoughts might stir you occasionally,
But it'll affect your life's pace barely.
My achievements no more will be celebrated,
Most of the things you will forget,
And some of them you might regret.
Soon it all will seem meaningless,
The pain, the joy, excitement & stress.
Won't ever find yourself lonely although,
Will find me in every moment spent with you.
When all is dead, something shall still live out,
From the fallen leaves, a new sapling will sprout.
And then you'll realise that I never died,
Always smiled with you, never I cried.
Somewhere heart still beats, it ain't death,
Is not my end, my last breath.
Somewhere I still reside deep in your heart,
My body had left but soul never did depart.
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