With every red petal,
There will be my lofty goals.
With white sheet,
There will be a lot peace.
But then,
What will I do?
There will be every thing ,
But where I will collect?
Only one question,
Why? why? and why?
Success will roam,
Around my body.
They will play,
Around my closed eyes.
My body will evanesce,
But they will not.
In same fire,
With me, they will be burnt.
Every eye,
Will have a dry tears.
Every heart,
Will have a glut joy.
I will get every thing,
But after my last breathe.
Who will collect my inutile?
Oh! Bhuwi don't know.
By: Bhuwan Wadhwa (Bhuwiii)
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