Hate me to eternity
Let the world throw me to hell
Still my memories from life
you will ever bid farewell.
When I die,
they will burn all of me
in my ash
you will always search for me.
Sitting beside my grave
they will curse me
still a rose from you, I anticipate
will always greet me.
I will be stepped over
Crumbled beneath those feet
in your tears than my dear
you will feel my heartbeat.
My soul be deserted
No one will ever forgive me
But the truth concealed only you shall keep
that I died for Love and Peace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
completely devoted to love...sensitive and emotional with pictographic imagery... I will be stepped over Crumbled beneath those feet in your tears than my dear you will feel my heartbeat. Great lines....... **Abha**