When This Mad Will Die

When the light of life,
of mine, will lose the game.
And no one will be there to pick my name.
The hope to gain hugest fame,
will never never shine again.

When the air of my breath, will finish passing this narrow lane.
When my body will finish bearing with all the pain,
When no one will be there to think about my brain,
and this thinking brain won't write again.,
 
When my hands will never type you.
When my words on chat won't talk with you.
When viewer of my fb will be only some few,
When my place in my gang will take someone new.
 
When this mad won't be talking at night,
when this mad will put of his own light,
but he has left something which ever will be bright,
that's his poems,they will never die.
And inside of next generation, he'll surely write!