{inspired by a cellphone SMS}


How heavy I feel,


When you look at me….O dear!


With tearful eyes


And I can smile at you Not.
How heavy I feel,
When you greet me goodbye,
With that shaking, trembling voice
And I can greet you Not.

How heavy I feel,
When tears roll down your cheeks…
Those dew drops I had treasured
And I can console you Not.

How heavy I feel,
When you give a heart-rending cry—
Calling out my name
And I can come back Not.

It is then,
That I realize…..
You are sitting,
Beside my grave…

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