Tell her...

If she comes do tell her

that beyond all this chaos,

i am still waiting for her

while sitting on a bench made of our memories.

Tell her that her jokes

are still making me smile.

Just like her voice

which is still ringing in my ears.

Do tell her that her hairs strands

are still lying on the bed sheet.

And her soothing fragrance

is still lingering at the corner of my pillow.

Tell her that I still miss those walks

on the river’s bank,

as we kissed in the golden light of setting sun.

That cold wind which came

from the other side of the river,

it still asks me about her.

Tell her that somewhere near the river

sycamore tree we planted together, is still waiting for her.

Those broken mud cups

in which we drank tea,

I still have the pieces of those broken cups.

Tell her that I still haven’t

stopped drinking tea,

even though as always 

i still burn my tongue while having it.

I am lying here in the hospital bed

and doctor says it won’t be too long.

If she's late then

do tell her, that I waited for her. 

My last breath carried a hope

that she’ll be there by my side.

I waited for her, for the rest of my life
Tell her…