A Request
My dreams were dead
You made them fly,
When I touched you
That made you shy…
I will be the soil
So that you can step on me
I will be the grass
So that you will walk on me
In the past days,the sun burnt my memory
In the nights,the moon turned my memory
And the rest of time
Your love stung my memory…
I will wait for you
Where the earth kisses the sky
I will wait,where silver moon
Smiles and dreams fly
For you I will break my heart
And make my heart ever cry…
On the bed of the desert
I will sleep under the blanket of sand
Wandering aimlessly through
Life’s grey desert land
No one can feel,
No one can heal
I will be buried
If not get your helping hand…
When ever your heart says
To meet me again
Then touch my photograph
And kiss my poem
I may be in the earth,I may be in the heaven
No one can stop me
To enter in your dream…..
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