Let Me Stay Here For A While

Let Me Stay Here For A While short poem

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Let me stay here for a while,
for I want to see them all who are crying
Lament for me when I die.
Not many have I made so close in my years –
the ones I did are wishing me a merry life.
I yearn for you too; the most blissful life.
Till you are here you should enjoy being alive.
Wonderful it will be living up there,
wonderful it was breathing in here.
Let me stay here for a while,
for I will experience eternity in a while;
leaving all the ties that urge me stay here, for a while.
Baggage of memories is departing with me;
and a piece of me will forever stay in your mind.

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Arpita Roy

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Born in Gaya, currently living in Bangalore, India. I have recently developed a keen interest into writing, inspired by my all time favorite poet Emily Dickinson of Amherst, Massachusetts.E-book published by Arpita Roy at Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/523778At Smashwords, Apple iBooks, Barnes & Noble, Kobo, Oyster, Baker & Taylor's Blio.com, Txtr, Aldiko on Android , and others.
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Geetha Paniker

That’s a beautiful baggage to remember Arpita.


To stay back as memory when we are gone is what everyone or most strive for! Awesome writing!


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