Wednesday, January 14, 2015

THE YOUNGEST IN THE GRAVE YARD

He came with large mob
They filled his tomb with tears
The tomb shone with tears
His body found peace in this grave
His soul is departed to his master
The lips moved for his soul
The heart wept for his loss
Oh, My Dear Brother
You overturned all of us
This is your final resting place
Of course,
You are created from this clay
Definitely
You will return to this sand
Once Again
You will be resurrected from this mud
Oh, My Dear Brother
Your hearth is my heart
Your breath is my life
Your death is my loss

You brightened every one's life
Your life is far more radiant

Oh, My Dear Brother
I miss you
I love you
I envy you

You short lived but
Out numbered the deeds

His smile flashes on memories
His soul flushes in dreams
No Need to say good bye
Meet you again in paradise