CELEBRATE

 CELEBRATE - YOU MUST.

Dearest dear,

Why mourn?

That I am gone too soon.

You must celebrate 

instead,

That I came 

this far.

 

Clueless, you stand,

Of the journey I have covered.

All the ways I have died 

All the ways I have suffered

The tumult in this farewell today,

That leaves your eyes sore

I have felt in my head,

Every second,

A million times before. 

So many nights- I stood awake.

Dare I sleep,

Dreams may come,

Haunting ones, 

Breath-taking ones,

Not many

but quite some.

 

Dearest dear,

What a yawn life has been,

And today, 

Finally I rest.

 

So rejoice along.

Celebrate; 

You must.

 

     

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Poem by Priyanka Singh

                  "From my upcoming collection -

                     The Poet's Narcissus" 

Coming Soon