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Make me live

Mugs are still as it is,

With aroma seeds dried.
Dinning is as it is,
dust-laden plates near your serving gloves.
Books are as it is,
dog eared pages playing with winds.

Your smiling photo still smile as it is,

Like pain in my heart.
Everything is as it is,
and I am as it is,

Waiting and longing,

Do come back and make them live...

I die everyday

Each tear wipes,

Fearful world inside.

Each deep sigh is,

Troubling breath of life.

To whom shall I complain?

To whom I should say?

To me she was world,

Empty vessel now.

I weep in dark, pretend smile in light.

World see delight in me,

I die every day.