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WHEN YOU ARE GONE

 

WHEN YOU ARE GONE (POEM)


AUTHOR NOTE

This poem is about how when we're gone, people might not remember us, the unsettling idea of being forgotten once we depart from this world leaving a lasting impact and the paradoxical nature of human existence
Even though people act sad and mourn when we're gone they'll eventually move on and  rejoin the stream of existence.May be that is the beauty of time that teach us about fear of immorality nnd how we should rejoice our life  to fullest
"When You Are Gone"  oppose the existential questions that have haunted humanity for centuries.The poem is about themes of mortality, the passage of time and what  impact we leave behind when you are gone.


when  u are gone




Live the life with bliss

from twilight whitish to redness of dawn

cause noone gonna remember you

when you are gone

who else will turn the pages

my name your name there will be crafted on




.perhaps on the history

Your name can be,

peeping through the time

i can see

grasping the greatness

the rays and to rise

You can be witnessed great 

between them twice

.


human cruelty will drag you here

never mind friend! 

we shall meet again 

on between  graveyard

among the humus

from the point

and up to the point

our story ends & theirs begin


on your day people

being dark & gloomy cloud 

will bleed tear's drop 

on your name

with chainless stone 

they are tighten

& you wanna hold back them




all the things they do

to show how much they care

even the pity flowers

they brought shed

in fact,we are still alive in heart

&they all are dead


Swinging on past 

it went off and came

perhaps i can be

perhaps u can be

the turner of the page

to script on our immortal name

when u r gone......


Full video poem on my youtube channel given below









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