Come not, when I’m dead,
To drop thy foolish tears
…………. upon my grave,
To trample down my fallen head,
Come not, when the spring has gone
And the springs have dried,
To enthrall me with bundles of flowers
…………………………….and wine
And to rumble down my sodden heart,
Follow the fashion with heart-ful of passion,
The rose is red for only a few days,
Let it not decorate ur veil when it’s dead,
Enjoy the harmony when thou are in unison,
Oh dear”” the sun awaits at the shore
…..…and the doors of heaven lie opened””,
Come to me when the brightest
……………….. Fantasies aren’t eclipsed
Let the serenades flow like rivers and
Let the solitude die in my arms gaped wide,
Let the showers of joy drench my thirst,
When thy hold me with ur tender fist,
And promise me a company of lifetime,
Following me with a sweet moan and mime,
Come not, When it’s dark everywhere
…………….…with rank owls blockading either,
To enlighten the broken candles in my courtyard,
With broken promises and dreams of love,
My body awaits cold, dry and dead….
…………………. In the weary waves gone hard
DRAGON……
