Your photo goes blurred
In the light of fading life.
Your words get merged
With groans of deathbed.
Your movement- it seems
To show the flight o'th' fire.
I lie.
I die.
I sigh.
I vie.
With myself.
With you.
With my memory.
With your memory.
My only hope--
When the fire will
Crack my skull--
And it will burst
Like cracker on a
Diwali night,
Memories will
Unite.
Yours and mine.
I shall get burnt away,
Delivering a new memory.
