When I'M Gone
Life I got, but the chance wasn't fair.
It took all in me to numb the pain.
One day I will sublime to thin air,
And flow as blood in your veins.
As the clouds gather around,
Will you glance up at the sky?
As I fall as rain on the ground,
Would you miss me when it gets dry?
When you breathe the air I sublimed to,
Will you recognize my scent?
Will you remember who I was,
When I get blown by the wind?
When people hesitantly bring me up,
Will you shed a tear or two?
Thinking of how you called me love,
And I meant the world to you?
When you pass by the roses I grew,
Will they have lost their rouge?
When you touch the drops of dew,
Will you reminisce the feel of my touch?
Copyright © Aashima Bansal | Year Posted 2016
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