I lay in my bed, and wonder,
What would it be, if I don’t wake up tomorrow.?
Who would care and who would not.?
Will anybody feel the pain of my dying.?
Will I be able to see anyone crying.?
Have I made enough relations.?
Will anybody feel sore at my cremation.?
I lay in my bed, and I still wonder,
Will my absence be noticed.?
Will my silence be felt.?
For I will be gone forever,
Never to come back…
Is it possible then..
At my grave, I will lay and wonder,
What is the world outside..
WITHOUT ME BEING THERE…..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Heart touching poem..10/10 from me: -)