On My Death Poem by Avinash Nair
On My Death
When I die,
Bury me in those pages,
Which failed to become
My identity, my stages.
Let me lie close
To those verses,
Those prose,
Which never truly dealt
With the emotions I felt.
In my death
Let me be a part
Of those feelings,
Those tears,
Which never found a niche
In that distant heart.
For once, let me be my
Madness, my fears.
To live, to love and, to die! Death is part of us. Thanks for sharing.
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4/24/2024 8:32:53 PM # 1.0.0.1119
The beauty of these words and emotions is immensely felt. Sublime humility. Thanks. When I die / Let me lie close / To those verses / Those prose / Which never truly dealt With the emotions I felt.