I wish to know…

I wish to know…

When I am gone, at the tip of a rope

Or the last poison drop

What do they tell about me?

Compelled by a social creed,

To speak only glory of deceased

Theyโ€™ll call me all that I always wanted to be called

I wish to know…

When I am gone, after losing to hope

Struggling up to the final drop

What do they think about me?

Some not-so-close will grieve for days

Others closer shall for months

I shall then become part of the rusted records

I wish to know…

When I am gone, becoming nothing but memory

Roaming aimless and free

Will you show me my beloved ones, even if they canโ€™t see me?

I loved them so much more than me

And that shall continue to be

But never once did they care to feel nor did they ever see!

-Shyam

2 thoughts on “I wish to know…

  1. >Lovely.. Very very well written.. ๐Ÿ˜€

    i kinda relate to the narrator here.. ๐Ÿ™‚ so i love this. ๐Ÿ™‚

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