If I meet an accident and die
Would you sit and cry?
Would over to me you rush
As the blood out shall gush.
Calling amongst the crowd my name
Would you race, your eyes may blame
Would I catch the fleeting fear?
In your eyes, as death comes near.
Blood pounding in your ears
Would you give way to tears?
Dare you hold my feeble hand?
As I lie down, to week to stand?
If you do not confess your love
While death lingers on above
No reason shall be left to stay.
For my peace let me drift away.
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M Pervez
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