One day

One day I won’t walk down the road,
One day I won’t smell a beautiful flower,
One day I won’t cry like a baby,
One day I won’t write any poetry.
One day you may miss me.

You may not want to lose me,
You may not want to say me good bye,
But I won’t have any choice,
You may not want to hate me,
You may not want to accuse me,
But I have been proved guilty .

What more can I do ?
The life has no choice .

The life would be more peaceful
If a man should die at thirty.
The life should be more beautiful
If a man should live it worthy.

Everyone has to go
To the point of no return
Just like our mistakes.
No one has to cry
To the joy of a freedom,
Just like the release of a caged bird.

So why would you mourn ?
Because that won’t last for long.
Oneday Everything will be fine .

Even if ,
One day I won’t come home,
One day I won’t look at the sun,
One day I won’t dance in rain,
One day I won’t write any poetry.

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