Will you remember me
if I give up my life right now
Boy, do I fear death
Ask a happy person if he prefers to die
The answer is a straight “No”
Oh the irony.
There’s this fear of being forgotten,
then again
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To my mind/ heart in bedlam

I write
to let out all the muddled feelings
and give it a shape
for which I would smile back
someday in future
If you think I write for you
I might

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