When I Die

When I return home,
I feel like whore.
Paid for what I don’t like.
I don’t know why?
But I want to walk,
All that I talk.
What ever that may be,
How much the cost be.
I believe, I can achieve,
All that I conceive.

Me,
The insatiable...
Still wants to try,
Harder n better…
Till the day I die,
When I will smile.
Let others cry,
When I die.

I loved her passion,
For the science in life.
We wished to fly,
To cherish the skies.
We caught the flight,
But not the height.
You know why?
She lost her vigor.
Bcoz be she loves me more,
Than the science she adore.

Me,
The insatiable...
Still wants to fly,
Further n farther…
Till the day I die,
When I will smile.
Let others cry,
When I die.

yasir