When I am gone will it be then, that you would realize my worth
That everyday that the sky had watered, was to settle the dust
For every time the clouds had covered the sun to cool the earth’s crust
It was all done at behest of a hand that had folded in prayers for always you first
Will life be so ill-humored to define its meaning to you so late?
That when I am gone , you will search for me in every God’s created shape
And having had the taste of pinnacle galore, you would finally want to escape
Will you then know the difference between what was reality and forever fake?
Would you then bend down to feel the earth that I walked on in all braveness?
Would you then breathe the air passionately to feel my spirit , so shapeless?
Would you then want to wet the colors in your palette?
But only to make an impression of me on a white canvas
Destiny written in so much disregard will never give us our privileges
The intimacy of clean hearts will get consumed so deep to have never left any traces
So take the plunge while I last in so much of passion for you, from amongst so many faces
