thought of death
scared me so much
and forgot to love you
i slept with my limbs
shivering like fronds
in a storm and
i forgot to kiss you
thought of death
made my heart beat
slow and fast
and i forgot to
see dreams on love
i forgot to take care
of you and wished you
die with me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Death is an ultimate station of any life; but the life of pure soul, the life of pure love never can die; if die then it becomes the star of the God over the sky