A CALL FROM THE GRAVE

Written by Yasir

Oh my dearest & nearest friend, where are you?

I’ve searched and still seeking you.

Summoned you with my deep little heart,

Missed you from my frame of mirror,

Uttered many voices, as much as I can,

Missing you, in this darkness of horror, my friend!

Missing your simplest, sweetest and honest smile,

With some shy reflecting your cheeks and lips.

The words and phrases which caused my laughter,

Turned out to be refreshing sights no one can see!

The talks and walks with you, here and there,

Caught to be ever beautiful memories to cherish!

Little cracks and locks with little disharmony,

Been a rewinding episode, my mate!

Here I’m, Mr. Non Perfect calling you, charm,

Calling from where, calling from the grave!!

I’m creeping in these hot areas of rocks, mate!

Death is certain, I know and we know well,

And I can tell you what, one should know it very well,

A better lesson to overcome being a bitter person.

Realizing the truth of life, how much you value to me,

Being in this extremely severe world.

And I truly miss the light which you’ve shown in dark,

The light which you lit me into my heart’s locker!

Thorns, flames, strains and pains all around me,

Being homeless amongst the storm,

Am I being so selfish to call you here?

I regret for such thoughts, mate!

Let me face what I’m ought to face.

And there is no escape for my Karma!

You owe me a smile next time when you visit me,

Sleeping for ever with prayers here from the grave!