Poet in me dies !

I'm waiting for the day , When the poet in me will die , My pen will be silent , My paper will look at me , My hands will be wrinkled , My eyes would be sore , My mind would freeze to think anymore , The smile will disappear , The comfort will be taken , I'm waiting for this to happen . Will i survive or die by soul Crumpled piece looked towards me and says , You will forget but I'm still here , You are going to write more , I'm still waiting for you at the very core , Look at me , I'll comfort you , Look at me , I'll treasure you , Look at me , I'll cherish you . Open your eyes this is dream to measure you !