It was a golden evening,Birds were singing
Water was bouncing,Sky was blinking
Air was playing,Trees were dressing
Earth was grooming,And I was leaving……
I was surrounded by many
My voice can’t be heard by any
Leaving towards my destiny
What to do now, It was an agony
The fake cry was loud and clear
My whole, so called family was near
I was lying down on earth
Their eyes were full of tear
With tearful eyes and so soft hands they removed my cloth
Never showed love while alive they Washed my body with lots of froth
Just because it was ritual They burned else they had left me for moth
And then to show off tons of love all of them took a fake oath
For day one or two they miss me for property
Later on I become a passed on memory
At times with lawyer they keep on remembering me
Then I started dwelling in their story
~Virus_miki
For images I would like to thank google first search request
Last day
Bitter truth perfectly expressed
It makes me rethink and imagine my last day…I don’t want this one..
I want only few to surround me that very day…Not fake but real ones who really want to say goodbye.
Hope I manage that.
๐Nice scribble miki
Happy reading readers
Yours loving warrior
Naina
Lets see what’s going happen then… Its a long journey warrior…..!!!๐๐
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Why so pessimistic, Miki? I am sure are loved by all.
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True to be loved by all… But as soon as the person is dead, he become body and relationship over….
More over its first version was very positive towards life…
Then while writing I thought the second aspect of it…. And this come out
If we say old people behave like kids then why thr are old age homes more than orphanage home….???
Because we expect grown ups to behave mature
But with kids we forgive all faults….
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Good imagination ๐
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Thank you,, just a try
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