I can see my body lying beneath the ground,
Lifeless , with no more fear of death ;
Soon they will bury me in the old cemetery,
The place once when alive was afraid to visit ;
Will be my new home now .
The old burried corpses have long stories to tell,
And soon like them my stories will be remain untold .
She can't hear me ;
There is no use of saying
"Please don't bury me with those ugly corpses , they wil eat me up. "
Soon my nails will be in coffin ,
And my palm will be nowhere to rub her tears .
I know she will cry ,
I know she will be broken ,
But the tears will soon flee away
Leaving its mark on her cheeks forever.