Comments about Prakash Mehra
When I Was Dying.
When I was dying, and dealing with the angel of death.
You disappeared, and didn’t turn back.
What were you waiting for, perhaps, my final breath!
Weren’t you aware of severity; didn’t you catch the growing bane?
Yet you let me die, and broke the cord.
Why did you leave me in silence, when I was in hyper pain!
What if I died, I didn’t let die my loyalty and your belief.