Some people will remember me after my death
they will try to find me, and end up crying.
Every night they would weep uttering my name
they would be insomnious and keep turning in the bed.
They would came to meet me again
they would come to have a glimpse of me again.
They would wish I could pester them once more
their wish would be fulfilled no more.
Tears would always be on their eye lashes
the sadness would be packed in their words.
A sigh would always be on their lips
their faces would be covered by ambiguous smiles.
They would try to search for me
but alas! “Rahat” would be found no where.
:- Written and submitted by RAHAT FAROOQI