Mehri Mehraban

My Last Poem - Poem by Mehri Mehraban

Forgive me 
I found you late!
my time is over
I'm going down
But, my love,  
you shall live on
as a remembrance
In these last moments,  
I wish To put A rose On your hand
Alas, The garden is barren
I lost  your hands.
Above my burning corpse
the flames dancing 
Wind scatters my ash 
Here and there, To faraway land 
I'll mingle with earth, air  and soil
I'll come back to life and flow on time
Haply I may be a rose 
reposing on your hand
Or, a bird who sings
My last poem 
My only present for you

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  • Silver Star - 4,111 Points S.zaynub Kamoonpuri (12/22/2013 8:23:00 AM)

    Oh such a lovesad poem. But mehri u wrote it in such a creative brilliant way. Esp d part where u reborn as a rose. Wow poetic how u say, 'repose in your hand' ah. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, December 22, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, January 9, 2014

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