SHE SIT NEXT TO MY GRAVE

       SHE SIT  NEXT  TO MY  GRAVE

 She sit next to my grave, I am buried under,
She is crying loud in pain, I can feel the thunder,
I am dead and my body is 1 feet down, but still,
I can feel her breath; I can hear her sound,
She feels guilty of what she did to me,
I was so madly in love with her, why she was not able to see.

 As a drop of her tears fall on my grave, it touches me under,
Her each breath n heartbeat is mine, I can’t imagine, I can’t wonder.
How she is to me today, why she was not like this in past,
I smile to god and tried to ask?

 She wants to talk to me, and want to see my face,
Creep herself, when I was with her, in our olden days,
She have realize my love, nothing else I have to ask from god above,
I may be dead but I am very much alive, I may be dead, but
Today she has given me a new life.

Seeing her like this today, have left me with no words to say,
I pray today, I don’t want another life, keep me with her,
 Like this in someway.
She is scrolling her hand on my name,
Still the touch of her hand is so same.

 She sits next to my grave, I am buried under,
She is crying loud in pain, I can feel the thunder.
I will be blessed so much one day, I never thought,
For all my life, what I want, after my dead, I have got.
She is mine, always, and no one can have her like me, she says.


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there is something in my mind n its as simple as that,i want to share it with the world
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