Shihabudheen K J (13/1/1990 / Edapal)

It was a foggy fullmoon night,
behind the shadows of church light,
a Rose with a cut finger
shed her petals in my grave without a linger.

My tale is a bridge called love
i warn you, dont mourn for me

In spring, i waited for roses red,
the lilacs blue when faded.

I stood by her bed all night to have a peep;
I could see her crying, she found it hard to sleep;
like a cut finger, for it bleeds
it bleeds before it hurts
it heals after tears shed
and leaves a scar, for there was a wound.

In early fall, when brown leaves fall,
I had she in the foliage of my teenage.

walking down that lone woods,
down the valley
for soon i followed her
I knew for each step she took,
so the same i did.

For someday down that lonely road,
I heard she calling my name
Nothing did she give me,
for my hug of grief;
except for that fondle

That grave was mine
Relieve me,
For i was blind in love;
mistaken for a friend in faith,
forgive me, for i left her for 'a little while'

feed not your loneliness on empty days
But fill each waking hour on useful ways,
Reach out your hand in comfort and in cheer,
and in turn i will comfort you
and hold you near;
and never never be afraid to die,
for iam waiting you in the heaven.

by shihab.

It was a foggy fullmoon night,
behind the shadows of church light,
a Rose with a cut finger
shed her petals in my grave without a linger.

My tale is a bridge called love
i warn you, dont mourn for me

In spring, i waited for roses red,
the lilacs blue when faded.

I stood by her bed all night to have a peep;
I could see her crying, she found it hard to sleep;
like a cut finger, for it bleeds
it bleeds before it hurts
it heals after tears shed
and leaves a scar, for there was a wound.

In early fall, when brown leaves fall,
I had she in the foliage of my teenage.

walking down that lone woods,
down the valley
for soon i followed her
I knew for each step she took,
so the same i did.

For someday down that lonely road,
I heard she calling my name
Nothing did she give me,
for my hug of grief;
except for that fondle

That grave was mine
Relieve me,
For i was blind in love;
mistaken for a friend in faith,
forgive me, for i left her for 'a little while'

feed not your loneliness on empty days
But fill each waking hour on useful ways,
Reach out your hand in comfort and in cheer,
and in turn i will comfort you
and hold you near;
and never never be afraid to die,
for iam waiting you in the heaven.

by shihab.