Gone Poem by Divvy Sehmi

One day will come when I will die and leave this world forever
Call my dad n my mother if she is there that your daughter bid adieu
Pack my clothes in a box n give away to the poor souls
Give the money I had saved to little children who are born on streets
Give my pictures to my sisters, they will save it in their smiles
Pack my shoes to the young girls who will be thrilled to wear

Let my sweaters be worn by the poor unclothed mothers in cold winters
Courier my degrees to my dad, he will keep them in the safe
Kiss my friends and my dearest nephew as I am never coming back.
Hug my dad and my sisters, may be there pain will heal

I tried and tried but my patience disagreed worth my soul
My bitter heart harbors the deceit n pain you gave me through
One day you will never find me in your world
You would realize what you lost n cannot be undone