Gone
And when i am gone
Don’t keep my memories in the glorious petal of a rose,
But in the leaves fallen, yellowed
Telling the story of Sun’s terrifying face nobody knew about.
Don’t search for my fragrance in the air of suburbs
But in the murky breathe of the woods
A rage my soul created inside my mind
Don’t let my poetries become a page in the torn book kept in a four walled confinement
Rather see my story screaming in the way the window rattle,
Reminding you of a silent storm inside my eyes
Don't drink my essence from the same bottle I used to drink from
But see my presence jumping with the glimmer over the river free and unabashed.
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