It Can Be! Poem by Priyaranjan Ojha

If tomorrow comes before you
With the certain news anew,
That I have become just a name!
Leaving this stupid mundane game,
Have gone far, in a world of nowhere,
Overcoming all my anxiety and fear.
What will you do my dear
Will not you cry the tear?
Searching me in your arms
But unable to get me by any terms!
Will not your time stop around?
Though I shall never be found!
Will not you long intensely for me
Or pray hard to God with broken-knee?
Here O lady, bother not, I am alive!
These being the expressions of a heart's strife.
But, isn't a reunion possible in my favour?
Err the news becomes a truth, forever and ever!