You Inside The Soil

Yesterday I came to your grave.

Will come tomorrow

Next to that meezan stone,

Among the henna plants 

I cried.

smiled.

Then i cries without filling my eyes

And makes me smiled;

Will come tomorrow.

Yes.

To see you!

To see the soil that buried you.

I'm not saying I want the heart that I gave you,

But by the time I come there

Do not call me;

Sometimes I come

Blindly

Dumbly

Deafly

Dig the soil, and will reach your side