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.