I cry not to show you my heart
but to cry within my heart

My dreams that were burnt in fire
still i weep for my desires
My love's fever longing still
for you my life has become ill.

O! what i call to arrive
Death or to live alive
Neither i can live nor die
but thinks of past and cry.

Thy pain of love in life
changed thou to strive
hurted but still smiling
knowing your past but still loving.

we 'll walk hand in hand
no more
but thinks of our love
that is no more.

you denied your desire
for you stood to be called a liar
ways of love are full of mire
Ah God ! Now death is dire.
© kaira khan