The day I perish
Postmortem my smiles
Those fictitious ones
Which veiled those tears
The day I perish
Have mercy on my mischieves
Those naughty ones
Which made me survive some(more)years
The day I perish
Bury my talketiveness
Those unending words
Which meaninglessly invaded your silence
The day I perish
Forgive my confiddence
The upright smartness
Which forgot to seek your permission
The day I perish
Be kind enough-Not to wake me up
Just pat me your last lullaby...
Postmortem my smiles
Those fictitious ones
Which veiled those tears
The day I perish
Have mercy on my mischieves
Those naughty ones
Which made me survive some(more)years
The day I perish
Bury my talketiveness
Those unending words
Which meaninglessly invaded your silence
The day I perish
Forgive my confiddence
The upright smartness
Which forgot to seek your permission
The day I perish
Be kind enough-Not to wake me up
Just pat me your last lullaby...
your smiles, tears, confidence and all other qualities make what you are? Death always fascinates you. Your smartness or loud voice never overshaws your soft heart inside. You will always be patte for what you are? Your writings are really touching and gives a glimpse of 'YOUR WORLD'.
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