When the sun will go down
In my life and there will be
Darkness ahead on my way
Who will be there to lift me
Up and come to dance and play
When light will fade away
In my eyes and voice will go
Feeble inside me as I sing
Who will be there to play
Music and into my life joy bring
When the moon will forget
My friendship and with stars
Merrily walk across the sky
Who will come to take me
Out to see its beam before I die
When the wind will not
Come to me and with its soft
Touch won't play with my hair
Who will shed tear watching
My body burning in the funeral pyre
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A sad poem on life and death, with a hint of yearning and loneliness... who will be there for me. Even in the midst of friends and family, sometimes there is still a longing for a special soul who can fully understand each one of us. Great poem.
Thanks for giving a very beautiful comment. My heartfelt gratitude.