Pranayee Gupta Rachamalla
Before I Close My Eyes - Poem by Pranayee Gupta Rachamalla
Everything vanishes, nothing is permanent in this world,
One day, even i'll leave the world
and never come back forever.
You might remember me when you see my mobile number,
You might think about me when you look at my photos, my writings,
my poems or look at my stupid scribblings,
you might miss me when you feel alone
or when you meet someone with my name,
you might shed a drop of tear when you see my facebook profile,
because you can never again hear my laugh or my voice
There will be no more me, to irritate you or imitate you,
to make you laugh, make you angry, tease you and then to please you.
You might feel my presence when you look at the plants, that i water daily
or when you look at my books or the birds with whom i talk stupidly!
Tear might fall out your eyes, when you look at my bangles,
my text messages, remembering all our memorable incidents and stupid feelings;
Or better to say, that i will miss the world for sure,
of course my friends, my works, my dreams, my promises and abhor
that why we get tangled up with affection, memories and love
and try for freedom from it, without thinking why and how.
Though i never feel like leaving all these and miss my silly world, but i need to.
Perhaps i might have misunderstood it, but realise about it
at the end and wish that i take birth again to have everybody like you
again i my life, but i can't be so selfish to bring you all again,
that too without your permission and perhaps i may not be so lucky enough.
But i thank everybody i know till now and who has even a small role in the story of my life,
for making it a beautiful story, forever to sculpt in my heart!
so enjoy my silliness, enjoy my presence, enjoy my stupid company
and i'll enjoy the world and enrich my life before i close my eyes......
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