Within the cemetery, lies the peace of an odd solemn,
My thoughts, the reader may condemn,
It's the autumn;
When I decide to die,
When the flowers wither and the leaves fall off,
And I sit there, near her grave, and cough,
Waiting for the end to arrive,
So I can lay again beside my wife..
-Sukhman K Atwal
My thoughts, the reader may condemn,
It's the autumn;
When I decide to die,
When the flowers wither and the leaves fall off,
And I sit there, near her grave, and cough,
Waiting for the end to arrive,
So I can lay again beside my wife..
-Sukhman K Atwal