And one day, when I won’t be able to talk
or laugh or smile at anything you say,
I hope you will know me better then myself by that time.
Because on that day, I will look forward to listening to
my words in your voice and way,
my poems wrapped in your rhyme.
Beautifully haunting it is, to wait for such a day
for I will lose a part but that part will stay
inside my most treasured soul, you.
In the end of the verses, I will applaud
as I would have witnessed my work attain perfection.
As for the present, my voice always seeks your attention.