My soul's hero you deserve me
Till the last drop I know
You are the one who brought my dead soul back
From the depth of hell to regain
Comfort my wounds by snow.
But my dear hero you must have forgotten
It's not easy to make a dead people alive
A dead is always sick about graveyard
I am grounded from the hell's bottom
The devil calls me by my name
And takes me back to survive.
My soul's hero I know you can
But you won't fight for me
All you want to make me strong
But the world of death is much more cruel
You know in every pain I whisper your name
And the Devil surprise on me
My loving hero I am not sure
If I am gonna wake up tomorrow
To endure much more ruin and pain
To comfort my soul by calling your name
To hide all grief and sorrow.
You deserve me. With the muse of love. Thanks for sharing.
It's not easy to make a dead people alive A dead is always sick about graveyard. Excellent. Your pattern of maintaining a secret rhyme in each stanza is good.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
poem is much pathetic yet the hope of survival of a death soul is amazing...khub valo (very good)