Before I leave.

My existence here can culminate any day
I shall pack my sack and move to a place unknown.
Prefer I not to carry any belongings, don’t know till when and where I have to travel.
That day, if corner of your eyes well-up with tears, don’t cry.
If your heart searches me in every face you ought to see, I beg you don’t cry.
No need to run behind me to handover my belongings that I could miss to carry along,
If possible handover my earnings that I deserve before I leave forever.
Bestow me with some reverence, I was decent to all even if in solitary many a times I have cried.
Let me wrap up the game; the game that we both have played together.

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