Prakash Mehra - When I was dying.

When I was dying, and dealing with the angel of death.
You disappeared, and didn’t turn back.
What were you waiting for, perhaps, my final breath!

Weren’t you aware of severity; didn’t you catch the growing bane?
Yet you let me die, and broke the cord.
Why did you leave me in silence, when I was in hyper pain!

What if I died, I didn’t let die my loyalty and your belief.
Though I was in a fast moving death track,
I could hold my promise to inform you before I leave!

Though you are guilty, I pray to God to bless you and forgive you.
But I am no saint, so again, I pray to Lord,
Give me strength to never rely on you and to never forgive you!

Prakash Mehra

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