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Apr 2016
I'm standing at your grave
While the rain hides my tears
Thinking how I could be so brave
To keep the promises we had for years


Standing at your grave
Asking you some questions
Was I too naive
To understand your departing gestures


All those memories with you
A garden of roses and lotus
With nothing left to say but thank you
However now departed, somehow I still dwell in us


Tears hidden by rain
Years smitten by pain
I can count the rain drops
But I lost count of my tear drops


Unwilling to let you go
I stand in envy with the Lord
Taken from me, he has you
Asking Lord what treasure you had not


I'm clinging to your death wish
To stay brave and bold
The vision will all be blackish
And the weather will be cold.


I'll keep the promises
The promise that I'm all yours
The promise of loving you eternally
The promise to never let you go


So I'll stand daily at your grave
And tell you I've been brave
Even after you are gone
I'll dwell in us all alone.
Qasid Ali
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Qasid Ali
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