Gone
Smoke made my lungs weak,
Smith told, "You have only a week"
You know, I need you now
You told no, in my last breathe!
Alcohol made my liver damage,
Arthur told, "You shouldn't have rage"
You know, I want you now
You told no, in my last times!
You made my life brightful
You told, "You are my life and soul"
You know, I'm seeking you
You told no, and gone so soon
Death is uncertain
Dear, why left me alive!
Cancer, she is mine
Why you, got her soon!
Copyright © Prem Sai | Year Posted 2023
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