Dying Days

"Dying Days"- C. Acharya 

The dying days have come,
You must understand,
Candle shines for an end,
Childhood smiles have an end.
Why do they end?

Remember the roads I took you with,
The places we both had been,
All experiences you got with me,
Cause now you run without me.
Why without me?

Days getting colder and colder,
And I must admit it sooner,
The dying days have come,
You must stay strong,
Hold me strong,
Till I am gone.



::::THE POEM IS DEDICATED TO MY FRIEND SUDHANSHU AND EVERYONE WHO HAVE LOST SOMEONE SPECIAL::::

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