
Lying on the death bed he writes his last letter
Aiming to include the life that was scattered
As he picks the pen of his brain
And fills it with the ink of his pain
The first word he writes was an incomplete name
Was it the one who was to take the blame?
As we unfold the letters that were written by his hand
Expressing all his struggles there was nothing to be banned
He could write all he felt as his life was being scanned
The letter had 10 pages of 50 years spanned
The crowd was anxious for the reader to reveal
What was written in the letter what was his appeal
With mic in her hand she breaks the letter’s seal
Unfolding the secret she abides by the deal
“I wish I could have you and live with you again,
This life ditched me dear for time I cant bargain
So I am leaving this body but my soul will sustain
I will walk beside you in your memories I’ll remain”
Oh, the rest of pages have nothing written on them
Just stains of blood filled the rest of pane
She was terrified to turn the last page, but she was the ordain
With shivering fingers she turned to read what it contained
“If I write down your name, history will curse me and blame,
But I know this will reach you and say what I cant
If you accept what I mean, just promise me this day
You wont cry at my grave, in your eyes I will stay”
Everyone was sobbing there was an air of mourn
Except for the lady who now held the letters torn!!
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