Alas! You are no more...
I am sorry, but let me tell you, anything expressed in words is fake.
But I couldn’t be good enough in anything except shoddy talks
You were never meant for this world, so you are no more.
You felt all thought you are good for what you are
But I tell you, you were felt to be good as you were
harmless
I tell you; this is a world of bastards, all around; I am
one too
So have been doomed to live, while you are no more.
Trust me; all will forget you sooner after you are dead
That’s for sure; we all had forgotten you even when you were
alive
I saw on your recovery bed, you cried for life
Did we know; that would turn into your death bed.
Why to live this life when you been blessed with death, painful
though
Didn’t I tell; I am also a bastard alike all living fakes
Sooner I too will forget you and get into my course of
living and unliving
Help me not forget you; this is my only cry
I will again embrace life while life can knock me down any
time
I couldn’t blame God on your death since He says pain and
suffering is inevitable in life
He is bad and harsh; but at least He didn’t lie like us all bastards
alive
So I feel that He may have given you what you needed; though
not wanted
Shanti! Shanti! Shanti
Life was all about adjustment for you; this is how it's never meant to be
You had to smile and so did you; while it was different deep within
We all have the choice to be angry; but you couldn't
You had to accept all that life thrusted upon you
This place was just not meant for you; let me repeat it again; this is a place of bastards
Where we are all doomed to live, while you have been set
free
Everything has been a disappointment for you; could you ever
believe that your body would also be one of them
It took just a month for your well treated, nourished, cared
body to turn to rotten flesh
And destined for the pyre
Help me not forget these all; that when this body isn’t mine
how can I rely on anything else
I saw you in all flesh and blood and subject of
experimentation
Alas I can’t now know from you; why you still wanted to be alive
This place was never meant for you; help me not forget you
The way all the impression of those who are no more, are
fading away
Save me from shamelessness and again getting into the course
of frivolousness
Little do I know that your cry was without tears
But now that when you are gone we all will dedicate some short-lived
tearful cries
Shanti! Shanti! Shanti!


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