Blame Me

Blame me for everything, Spare me for nothing, I left behind special thing, My memory to miss something, It was to last and something to cherish, Till I am forgotten and completely perished, My soul still roams and not finished, Blot on old cloths removed andwashed I was awaiting a simple death, To live alive in memory and breath, So till last I may have say, With beautiful time and day All dues and regards I pay, Still she may have all the say, She may have hopes in sun rays, I still hesitate and remember in many ways, I will remain calm and narrate, Always grant her higher the rate, May be it was my fate, What to write and what to state, I had simple memory as clean slate, I may be called or addressed as late, I may have long wait to decide the fate Before it is. All over and nothing to state