By Gone
S Savita Tyagi
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I am your past
Bury me alive
Dirge not for me
Envy me not
Mirth and carnality I had
Of youth shines no more
What changes with time
I have no hold
Carpediem is over
Suffering I endure
Quietly I lay in repose
Deep in your thought
A gleam of your eyes
oft I suppose.
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