Good We Had Poem by Abrar Ajaz Wani

Someday you will see me,
Hanging to the ceiling,
You will see my throat cut,
My tongue and speeches dead,
You will find my body close to you,
Nay, my soul will be forever away
How will you call me?
How will I listen to you?
Will you then know my place?
Will you miss me?
They say: whoever goes,
He became dearer,
Whoever leaves the body,
He became a perfect one
So what about me then,
Where you will count me,
Will, you be still looking,
At my faults and weakness,
Or will you remember,
The great movement we made
How will it matter then?
My body doesn't respond anymore,
And my soul is too far already!
Who willl lsiten to you now?
Whom will you fight with?
The one who remained silent
Is now silent forever,
He, the stupid one,
Will not be able to laugh you again.
The one who kept burning coal
Oh, he is gone for sure,
What good now have
Is only good us had!