When you will put me on the pyre,
Look at my face, just for one time,
Then you can burn me in the fire,
As I am not going to write a rhyme.
Fire can burn me but not my soul,
Where I have built a new world,
For you! Whom I loved the whole,
And for whom I have lost my word.
Death can not demolish a relation,
If it is made of faith and understanding,
Love can take it to future generation,
If it is encompassed by compromising!
Burning pyre can not omit an old gash,
Though it converts body from flesh to ash!
I like the way you put your thoughts into a story, is this a true story?