Wished Her To Be Dead

She was the rose of dark and deep love

She was the beats of my joyful heart 

She was the rain drops of my life

She was my life, my Rose

The day she passed was usual to me 

As I believed, no! My mad love made me believe 

That she can't go away from me

My love made her sit near me, talk to me and love me

The news never shocked my joyful heart

It didn't even fill my eyes with years

I didn't raise my voice at the funeral of my living love

As I believed, no! I made myself believe that she was near me

And how can they put my Angel, my Rose into muddy ugly soil? 

It's true that they were crying for her, 

But why?

How can she go alone?

How can she return my red roses?

How can she wave at me?

The days ran ahead, but still she sat with me, talked to me, loved me

Everyone said, she was gone, she'll never return

But how can she go alone to enjoy heaven? 

She should have called me too.

I saw her fast asleep at her grassy grave,

I believed, I understood that she's no more 

But the very next moment I turned my head,

I saw her near me, beside me

As the days again ran at last I understood,

The truth, the situations,  they forced me, to wake from my dream world

I blinked open my eyes to my world where Rose is no more

She didn't go from me, from my life,

As days before I wanted her near me,

She now wants me with her

But I was in the path of my life.

Where I liked to walk more

And she, was fast asleep and would never get up to walk with me

She came at night as a cool breeze and would never let me sleep

Her laughs made me cry harder, now

Now, now I need her to go from me

I need peaceful sleep

I need to live for those who want me

And this moment , I wished her to be dead in my mind too....