Death Of The Beautiful کے بول

You carried with both your hands This book that's so hard to read And cried at your last home delivery Your heavy feet trying to walk, Away from the hunger you feed, Away from the poison you need You didn't write, not a word, This book will remain unfinished Marble and stone, Funeral monuments only for lifetime Your scared lips awake, Your senses released will find Find me retired, In dreaming of peace of an angel Disguised as a sheep, Your pain will find mine asleep News on the radio, they haven't found me The night is stalking behind me... Will I ever sleep and Find me dreaming your death? Someone else tried to do The living in me, I don't know If he's been here all along If he will die too, Tired, just like me, Tired, he's done that for me