Fading Away Poem by simran sanganeria

The fact that i'm going to die,
is killing me inside,
it hurts me every moment,
when i think about it.

I tried to give whatever i had,
to those who didn't and couldn't,
I tried to be as sweet as possible,
to those who made a speciality.

I loved those few or even do,
but now i'm going to,
break what love i made,
so that they don't fade with pain.

They should fade with justice,
knowingly by them,
so that they don't feel,
what they held in me.

The desires of having,
such a person in life,
will give them pleasure,
but not so as treasure.

As said by Tagore, 'let freedom reign',
let the world know, who i am,
so that when i die,
they make a vam.

That gives us happiness,
but which not known when i die,
let me tell the careless,
there is worth they lie.