Dead Souls enjoy the frighten nature,
They pray for for their departure,
dead souls don't ask for relief,
they have all the reasons to grieve,
they can't be convinced by fraudulent facades,
they don't believe in vicious grades,
they may smile when its due,
they're been cared not even by few,
they live in their own world,
where destruction leaves nothing to hold,
they are the natures unsung birds,
they can't be expressed in words,
Dead souls! ! ! ! !
they can be tranquilized by Nightingales,
can you be the one,
that pluck the Rose without caring about nails...
Composed By,
Bhat Aijaz
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