Subsistence

Its the finesse of the circle of life
that what comes,goes
be it the dark clouds, heavy rain, or be it me.
I have come and I will go
and there's nothing about it that anyone can do.

But when I'll be gone dear,
don't shed even a single tear,
for, I am not forever gone,
although I'll be unseen from the dawn
but I'll be there!

I will look at you from the sky,
I'll be a star up too high.
Whenever you'll feel down just look up in the shades of blues
and I'll colour your world with happinesses' hues.

When the clouds will cover me,
don't get sad,
I'll show myself again,
within a tick or tad.
because what comes, goes
be it the dark clouds or a beautiful rose.

Just my dear,
Dont shed a tear,
for I will be near,
And you Dont ever have to fear.

This cancer thing has hit me hard,
but I haven't fallen yet.
Oh my love, when I'll go,
Stand and don't fall.
The pain will come to you
but remember my love:-
What comes, goes.