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
niice :)
ReplyDeleteThank you Sam :)
ReplyDeletetouching :)
ReplyDeleteThank you bacha :)
Delete:-0 bizzare..
ReplyDeleteI know.. not exactly my thing.. but it's inspired by someone's life story :)
Deleteu know actually its well crafted but the subject was a bit different, good job by the way. You always show sparks of a brilliant writer! :)
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