Mould thee in my heart

sad poem

                             Mould thee in my heart.

Late night when those birds hid under those roofless tree,

I remember thou whispering voice and that calmed me to death.

Ah! I ask lord to throw thee back in my warm arms,

So that I could mould thee in my heart

And let you live there eternally.

Ooh! How I pray to thou lord to shower me of this death that you alone suffered,

That left me with my numb heart still aching for thee and only thee.

Written originally by:Tandin.

B.Ed secondary arts “A”.

09/05/2012

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Samtse college of Education (bhutan)

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Author's Note

its great