You are like the rain of the morning sky
I wish to bath till the end of my life
You are like a beautiful novel
And all its pages fill with love
You are like the smile of a born baby
You are like a flying butterfly
You are like the first ray of the rising sun
You are like a tongue who never lie
You are like the fragnent of a heart, comic of a child
You are the lyrics I listen in the midnight
When I go to sleep at night
I hold the pillow as possible as tight
As when I struggle with my dreams
I could feel You by my side
As the whole night I embrace the pillow close to my heart
When I wake up in the morning
I kisses it first
If tomorrow I go to cemetry
And see You never again
Left a pillow over my chest
As I could feel You even after I dead
Dont let the wind flew hard
As I am sleeping with my sweet heart
Dont let the rain comes down
Before my body gets burn
You are like the first monsoon of the season
You are like jagjit singh's last ghazal
You are like the internate pack that first comes to my mind
You are one of those star I watch at evry night
Feb 14, 2017
Feb 14, 2017 at 11:32 PM UTC
Has anybody see my son
he loves fishing
very naughty but yet sweet and young
to the sea shore, his small foot runs
tell him, his mother is waiting at home
and ask him, where he has gone
since morning the season was deform
now the fisherman says,
the sea had struggle the storm
then where my son has gone
I am worried a lot
is he lose midway of the storm
please somebody go and find him
he is a small child
and don't know even how to swim
he never been so late
the evening sky buried
today, will he come home safe?
please somebody go and find him soon
sun has completely been set
and about to glance up the moon
tornado is now begin to move round
my child is still missing
and poor people from the village run around
perhaps, he is angry me from,
so he is trying to scare his mom
now your mom is being tired
please son come back home........
Jul 18, 2016
Jul 18, 2016 at 1:24 AM UTC