Poem by Sethi Krishan Chand
Though!
let me
wipe off my tears
before I sleep;
She may
not judge
I was crying;
Let her be happy
over a smile
in my sigh;
Though it all
happens to be
just in my dreams.
Pulse
Let me check
my pulse
before she
arrives;
I don’t want
her to cry
on seeing me
dead.
K C Sethi(c)2019
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