If Ever In My Life

If ever In my Life I wish not to stay, Turn my back and just go away. Tell me will you hold my hand, and surely ask me there to stay?

If ever in my Life I will be filled with rage, Full of panic and my thoughts in cage. Tell me will you be there for Me, Helping me to turn that dreadful page?

If ever in my life Melancholy holds my soul, My vision blurred and a shattered goal. Tell me will you then help me out and truly play your role?

If ever in My Life I will be alone, My smile aghast, My happiness torn. Tell me will you be there to cheer me up, and never let me feel that you are gone?

If ever in my Life I wish to shun my pain, leaving all losses and in search of some gain. Tell me will you be there for me to hold me again and again?

But, If ever in your Life, You need me to be with You….You will surely find me there

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A girl next door, Still believes in old school of emotions and Feelings. Not a professional writer, but tries to pen down thoughts when Mind and Heart can't hold them anymore.
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Muneeb_Bisati
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Lovely poetess 😀

Sanjeev Kumar Sharma
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Keep going sis!!

Nikita Mehendiratta
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Mere presentation of this poem holds the fact that the narrator would be there when the situation demands even if last line was never written. 🙂
Beautiful poem.

ramakrishnan chatakondu
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You made it to look so simple….
……..because of your talent .

ammu sachariah
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Beautiful poem. You are talented.Keep writing

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