Who Will Recite My Poem! ! ! Poem by Kezia Kezia

Who will recite my poem
Who will measure the depth of words
Who will tell the pain subsumed in poetry
When I won't be there
When I won't be able to utter a single word
When I will lose all my senses
When I won't be able to hear the music of nature
Who will take charge of my legacy
I have been accumulating for the years
In the form of pain in heart
Who will defy the game
which fortune plays
Who will trace my belongings
Scattered in the form of crimson patches
all over the sunset sky
Who will recite my poem
When I will be no more