Sing Me. Poem by S.anas Hussain (altair)

'I am your shadow, i am your ghost.
Show me your pain, be my host.
Sing me the songs of your worst ordeal.
Sing me the silince of the screams you feel.
Sing me the nightmares I put you through.   
And of all the roots of darkness which unwillingly grow.   
Will you contemplate on your disastrous life.
Will you learn from all those heart breaks, will you be wise.         
Or will you ruine your blossom heart..
Of those unexplainable sinking art.
Sing me in the doleful cries of the quest you fail.
Sing me the sweetness of your wail.
Of all those daemons you once hail. 
Sing me in the anguished voice of nightingale.                                   
In the lornness of the infidelity infidel. 
Of your heart quenched to the dreadful night.
Of comely fright from thy endless gloomy sight.      
Those wonted lips, not to curse but to praise.
Beseech for mercy but from who's grace.
Thyself being just, should have concede.
Under the teeming light, all of your hidden deed.
All those sleeping monster under your flesh, you feed.
Thou have been in utter idleness, searching for heed.
Picking up all those barren broken seed.
Sing me the pain you no longer can relate.
Of the days you were anoxic, as thou suffocate.
Sing me the tale you never sang.
Of those bigoted innocent, to the gallows they hang.
Sing me about the dusty door which never rang.
Sing me the myth of thy big bang.
I am your dream buried under the frost.
Show me the tranquility of the grief it cost.