Immortal love.

One day when I will die 

With a story untold,

The words I wanted to say 

But my body turned cold.

My arm will be holding a book 

Which will give my story a expanse,

When no body was near 

Blank pages gave chance. 

So I choke myself with smile 

Because my own hands turned into claw,

Everything became quiet 

And from above somethings I saw.

‘They all thumbed through my pages 

But only her hand stained by my ink,

She felt the smudges of my tears on paper 

And all my writing founds its worth in that single blink.’


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