People said he is dead
But he is alive
People said he is gone
And every thing is done
But I insist that he is still alive
He is alive living in my heart
He is alive being my guard
He is alive in rain being my friend
He is alive in my body being the trend
He is alive being the tissue in my tears
He is alive being the peace in my fears
He is alive in laugh being my happiness
He is alive in hurt being forgiveness
He is alive being the truth in the world of lies
He is alive and he never dies
How could a person like this dies
He is like the oxygen that I breath on if he dies I die
He is alive in every ones heart but hidden somewhere
He is alive struggling to live as the storm of hate may destroy his home
His home is the heart
I think you knew that person, it is love
It will live forever because it never dies
Love can never die
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem