Monalisa's Musings

Even under the grave my naked body,

Shall be yours and even when I turn,

All bones my naked soul shall be yours’,

And if you find some dust into thine eyes,

That would bring tears, it shall be me,

Again making you cry if not in my,

Remembrance but merely for my ongoing,

 Presence around you and in that void space,

   Where I would be waiting evermore for thee...

Words By: Monalisa Joshi

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