Don't Lay Garland On My Hearse
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Don't lay garland on my hearse.
If I am deprived of your love
In life,
Let me stay deprived in my death.
What an irony!
I am crying all my life
Seeking your love,
Yet I don't get it.
But on my death bed
You would whimper and cry.
Can a dead man
Sense your warm touch?
Kiss your lips?
Then why?
Why cry forlove
That is never there in life?
Let me sob, cry and wither
Alone. All alone.
Let me count my days on this earth.
This cruel earth
Where a lover cries for love all his life
But never gets it.
Let me twist in agony and die
Every day, every moment.
Remembering you, dreaming you,
Desiring you.
Let me die
Loving you.
Just loving you.
© Arun Maji
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