IF I DIE YOUNG

By Abdul Shaban

[abdoolmtyro@gmail.com]

 

Floating at the river

Thousand poems of a believer

Cigarettes burns the liver

Held by demons none to deliver

 

Here comes my lover

Who blows up my cover

White, red flowers of clover

They are my favourite flowers

 

Lie them on the grave

Pour your tears of grief

Tell my love I was brave

“Yes whisper to my grave”

 

I did not finish my race

Too young to lose my face

Ooh please grant me this grace

Visit me forever in here my place

 

Take my poems to archives

Let them change millions lives

Let them be your daily chives

Do it to remember my lasting vibes

 

Don’t come to my funeral

Let it be for the world in general

That I wasn’t your all in all

Put my picture at the cathedral

 

Don’t take my picture and post

I’m still young to be lost

I’m still young to die young

But if I die young…keep this love

 

Still young

 

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