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Tuesday, February 16, 2016

My Last poem....



























One day ....

My eyes will close....

And I won't wake up any more....

To see the birds or the sunshine....

To see that happy smile...



One day....

My ears will close....

And I won't hear anymore...

Your jingling in the garden....

The footsteps behind approaching...


One day....

My lips will close....

And I won't say anymore.....

To you I love you....

To you that am waiting....


One day ....

I'll be lifeless....

Dead and not breathing....

My pen would stop spilling the ink...

But my ashes will write on water...


My last poem ....


©. Ravinder Kaur 04/12/15

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