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Aug 2013
One day you're the birthday child,  
You just wait,
Wait for a while,
While I'm dying.
Growing old is okay,
But I can't live this way,
I fear losing you along the way,
It is imminent, this parting,
So won't you smile,
For today we're alive,
When I go, I will miss you,
Will it count, When I'm not around?
Will you ask me to stay,
Or take me with you,
To the other side?
I seek no eternal judge,
I just seek some nice tea,
Thinking about how you like your coffee,
Laying together and staring at the night sky,
I will wonder how we found eachother,
Right there I could live forever,
Always hoping for immortality with you,
While I'm dying.
Every time I read these words, I see a complete mess. This was not how it was supposed to be, but a mess of thoughts wrote themselves... I don't really like it, but I would like to have this stand record to my head's clumsiness :)
Ankit J Chheda
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Ankit J Chheda  28/M/Mumbai
(28/M/Mumbai)   
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