When I Am Dead
My heart often whispered
Words which I could not say –
Wish my stirrings reach you
Upon some fateful day.
Should I fail this missive
Before am ground to dust,
Know heavens will reach it –
To you sweetheart – I trust.
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Copyright © Amar Agarwala | Year Posted 2017
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