I know the man standing aside
the lying body,
with the shivering feets
and screaming silence.
That man, may be hiding his tears
or thinking about her fears.
The crowd giving him sympathy,
which could never pay off
the loss he never wanted to face.
Looking at her  closed eyes, that once saw infinite dreams
and her shattered mouth,
that once spoke like
the flow of streams.
Preparing for her burial,
he was dying every moment inside.
May be, he could never overcome
his mislaying.
Standing his beside I can see
his soul crying out loud
and asking to God, if everything could become sound.