Sonal Singh On Sonal's Table
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When I am gone
Like the beats from a heart gone silent,
Would you miss me? Would you think of me?
Would you pull out old sepia photos of mine,
Hug them to your bosom and cry?
Would you look at the chair I used to sit on
And continue to admonish?
Like you do now
Gently chiding me, berating me for my habits
You know not my dear, but I love you for it.
When I am gone
Would you still twirl
The end of your saree pallu in your fingers?
My dear, you know this not
But you do that often
In moments of anxiousness or anxiety
I love you all the more for it
My dear, I know my time is nigh
But, does the fragrance die with the wilted flower?
It does not, does it?
It lingers in the air long after.
I shall linger too.
In memory, in the spaces of your heart
And you will feel me near
For my dear, long after I am gone
And my heart has gone silent of the beats
It shall still beat somewhere
In love for you.
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So touching.
Thank you