before i dieA Poem by priyabratafour different things i have to do before i vanish, from the earth without a clue they will murmur while taking me to my resting place that i did what i promised to do or at least i did my best hey you, just listen to my worries i was a good boy who liked his mama,papa and school there also was my all time sweetheart they called her rose and she has angel eyes and lips like cherries i loved her like a innocent lover but could not tell her someday after she moved to a new town i stood there weeping and my head was down i never heard or saw her again as i am having little time left for me my first thing to do is find and tell her my feelings soon. i don't know what i am crying for don't i believe there is never an end in my past i always running for money i never cared for others and now i am suffering for that i am sure. where are my near and dear ones as i am lying down here alone where is my son and where is my sweet little girl tory my second thing to do before i die is call all of them and tell them sorry. i loved my wife and she loved me too she was like the most beautiful flower and i was the tree we both climbed the success mountain holding each others hand and promised we never would fall apart but she died peacefully and set herself free i was hurt like a wounded bird and never went to see her resting place now i quietly counting the number of years since she was gone and it is a long time of seven third thing is to tell her , we will soon meet in heaven all of my life i never believed you never prayed, i never went to your holy home as i became a sad and lonely person and as my bones became weak and my hairs grey i understand true value of yours and last thing i want to do is for once i will go to church and pray.
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1 Review Added on March 5, 2013 Last Updated on March 5, 2013 Authorpriyabratachennai, tamilnadu, IndiaAbouti believe that everything happens for a reason.and we ought to help each other in order to be a good reason.i always wanted to be a writer.but i lost my precious six years chasing unwillingly to beco.. more..Writing
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