Lament long poem

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The day when you told me to “Enjoy Life”
As it is too short for us to make it knotty,
The Time when you patiently explained-
the qualms; twirl and turns of life
Never in my dreams I thought
You will not wait for another meeting,
And start your journey to the unknown world.
And the time when I saw you again,
You were made to lie down on the floor
With a white cloth covering from head to toe
And in my mind , I tried calling you
Hoping that you will wake up.
But slowly I realized that thought
Was just a mirage created by my insane mind
Gazing at your face , I felt whether you wished
To change the doleful mood with your unique humor
I felt whether you were too lucky to be bounded
By all your loved ones mourning for you
As in my thoughts I just imagined
How my last journey would be?
I wanted to be near you , as my mind was realizing,
Those were my last hours that I would ever see your face.
With a nomadic mind I sat near you
With thoughts flying from childhood to our last meeting.
And tears rolled down my face,
As those thoughts got blend with my memoirs.
Remembering Your last words I felt like
Whether you tried to teach me with your life
How simple and fleeting a real LIFE can be?

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