It's 12 and mid of night,
She's in sleep as she's tired,
I come to her stealing in,
And stood on her bed side.
Oh my dea! O my love!
My soul has jst freezes,
Alas! where is my everlasting peace,
Its broken into piece...
You thought that i was buried deep,
Quite like every body,
But from grave, my spirit has come,
I come to meet, not to harm anebody.
The arm that use to hold ur arm,
Is took by docter claris,
And both the eyes that use to see,
Taken somewhere to paris.
I dont knw where my chest is gone,
But docter laris can tell,
As for my parts left upon,
And taken in hospital van.
The cocks crow- i must go!
My dear we must apart!
But i will be ur dead although,
Coz dear love u have jst got my heart.
As for my hand,
The fate give us denial,
You will find it with docter,
In spirit that always ail,
As for my eyes,
You use to call it beauty,
There is nothing left in me,
No shame in them, they were greedy.
Dont go to cry up on my grave,
And thnk that there i be;
They havent left an atom there,
Of my dead body....
Salim R Javed
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/soul-telling-to-his-love/
