ANIL KARKI

(5 August 1994 / Kathmandu, Nepal)

Last Wish


I loved you with my heart
I loved you with my soul

But the world kept us apart
And gifted my heart a painful hole
My life is short and I will die,
But just once, can't I say good bye?

I want to look in your eyes,
And say 'Don't cry'
I know that I won't find you,
You're just too far away

Only for today,
Can't these borders be erased?

I remember the day you went away
Held guns and filled them with bullets
And ran around with blood oozing from your wounds
As if they were your companions

I could sense something wrong
Unaware of the unlucky star
My senses proved me right
You were among the prisoners of war

My tears went dry
And my fears started to cry
I didn't know whether
You would live or die

And now my life is on its verge
Life is slowly drowning
And death is waiting to emerge
A last wish: please come to my funeral
And sing me a dirge

I loved you with my heart
I loved you with my soul

Submitted: Tuesday, July 08, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, July 08, 2014

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