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Writer: Hashtag Kalakar
Hashtag Kalakar
Jan 8, 2025
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Updated: Aug 21, 2025

By Queena Khoja


What if I die today?

Will the flowers I bought yesterday be fresh anymore?

Will I be like the wave which flows back after touching the shore?

Will I be within the stars?

Or will I be buried under the ground somewhere far away?

If I die today, will I be the ghost of tomorrow?

Will I remember what I am today?

Or will I become a memory?

Will I be able to love as I did 

Or will my heart not beat 


By Queena Khoja


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