Fading Poem by Nanshu pokharel

my color is fading slowly,
my skin is turning grey,
my heart is beating fast,
my body to the earliest grave,
i will peel this very skin of mine
and show you the light,
which will enlighten your whole world
and you will see my bones
turning into pearls and diamond,
and i will tell you about the secret of my soul,
with the imprint of a scar in it
which i wasn't able to get rid off
will fly like a pigeon, which has been caged for years
I've got you under my skin
but my dear, my skin is turning grey

-NANSHU