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Before My Funeral

Her finger at my cheek,
Voice timid and meek,
I see the ends of her lips shiver,
Words dying there which she couldn’t utter,

She choked and smiled and cried anew,
And her soul whispered, I love you,
She looked at me, her eyes red,
As I lost the love I once had,

Then she asked that which I feared,
‘How can you be so hard on me dear..
Was everything a lie you said,
Was it never there, the love we had?’

I shook my head, my eyes bowed low,
I was crying and she shouldn’t know,
How can you be so hard? She asked again.
My love, you stone, said her eyes in pain,
I wanted to console but could find no way,
How do I tell her I am dying today?


(First published in Ancient Heart Magazine)


2 responses to “Before My Funeral

  1. Nitika Saxena ⋅

    Supersexy poet. I can feel your pain in my heart dude 🙂

  2. Arjumand Shett ⋅

    Dark..dark..dark and painful. Mah god!

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