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Looking at the window,
I see you, all alone , among others
all are growing up, but you are spending your last day of life,
  
Heavy rain, storm, sunshine ,
every weather that passes by you,
You are waiting for your end to come
like a human, you are spending your last journey like a corpse & you look  like an ash

Everytime I see you,
You make me feel of some pain
that you want me to take some heed on it

But I am unable to reach you,
You are in anguish of something
that cant be seen by eyes
but can be felt by heart

Each day I go deeper&deeper; inside you,
your pain is felt within me
Your voice is  trying to reach me
but everytime, I hear your echoes of weeping
and I am still again

Last night of heavy storm,
made me afraid of your existence
as I went to see you
you were not there
You were gone

I left the place ,
                    &
  "Your pain still remain a mystery for me "
The poem is about a leaf, its being noticed by someone sitting beside the window & it wants to say something which is not reachable to the person. Similarly the leaf can be compared to an old person spending its last day &its; thought is not within the reach of anyone and h/she remaining all alone till the journey of end.
Sad, old, loneliness, last day, pain
You stalked like a crow;
I took the blow.
You made the joke;
I took the poke.

You blew it up;
hit me like a truck.
I tried to hide;
it felt like no-one was on my side.

You left a mark;
at times it made me feel dark.
I pulled through;
what’s left of you?

It took you time to realise;
I was beginning to rise.
I played the game;
left you with your shame.

Made my dream come true;
in time that flew.
Through all that pain;
not in vain.
I’m the winner, while you’re struggling for your dinner.
If I had an inch I'd give you a mile
If you were a frown I'd give you a thousand smiles
I'd give you the world if you asked
But all I want you to have is my heart

I'll write you a song if that's what you want
Then tear it all up if you don't
I'll show you my mind and give you my heart
Just promise you won't rip it apart

I want to know how you are
I want to know your heart and soul
Your voice is a work of art
I wish you could be mine to hold

I never could move on from your eyes
They'd haunt me wherever I go
Quitting isn't always so bad
When giving up on the impossible

Honestly I'd be crazy not to love you
Although the effect seems the same either way
I have dreams of spending forever with you
I wonder if you'd want to stay?
2011

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