You might have drawn a line around you
and living within a circle of your own
Decorating your face with your words and
thoughts
thrust my heart.
All words about you
are vanished in thin air from then onward
out of my thoughts
All my smiles towards you
Are dried up from then onward
Out of my heart.
You are dead and gone
With the same face. words and thoughts
About me,
Without any chance to know me
And move, share and spare.
I am disqualified
To pay you even the last tribute
Among the flies, swarming around
Your dead body.
Yet, I place a bunch of roses at your head
For you to be the green grass above me.
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