Rescue me from all my lost.
Call me and I like you the most.
Thinking of you has become a twist.
It is noon, but I face dense of mist.
It has become difficult to differentiate and recognize
between the day-night, which is hell and where is paradise.
I have simply been following your voice,
which is sweet and blissful, others, for me a least.
Call me in each moment, I may fall asleep
keep me awake with a toot, or a beep
do not stay quiet or away, I will die
consider my purpose, oh my high priest!
I lost me in your eye
Loved the life and scared to die
Hard rock has turned to wax; why?
Clarify me, this is my lonely insist.
My feelings surrounds at your light
I dreams about you every night
Wish to spend whole life at meeting sight.
Allow me to walk the rest with holding your wrist.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem