Fifteen Days to live

I have been left with,
Fifteen more days.

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The moment I start,
Counting it last.
I came with numbers,
Fifteen days to be humble.

This nature, those beauty,
Picks my hand and,
Create it fruity.

But I know where to end,
Will it stop me?
Oldish and useless trend.

My hands, my dreams,
Only fifteen days to live.

Can I fly or Jump other side,
Which will show,
New hide.

Or I live which amazes,
To my future and,
Buried old tradition.

Do my story end here?
Or, Will I create a new?

Do I count future as pain?
Or, Ends here to be remained.

Oh! Forgot to live,
My last fiteen day with whom,

I care, I love, I feel as me,
My dear, without fear,
My irony soul’s last tear.

I forgot to count,
That melody which never dies,
In his voice, and smile.

I walk below the path,
Let me walk,
Fifteen days to live.

Let double the days,
And multiply the nights,
Will spend together.

Let catch the moments,
Filled with joy,
Being together.

It’s hard to accept,
But not to avoid,
That I have fifteen day of my own.

Let me,
Fly over mountain,
Let me swim in sea,
Let me die being living.
It’s fifteen days to live.

Sorrow came in my tears,
Flow like old big rivers,
Would I done somthing wrong,
So, I left with only fifteen days of my own.

I tried to live beautifully,
I loved as I never did it,
I travelled in places untouched,
I slept night without being disturbed,
My body had different skin,
My breaths blew as twin,
Mine heart beat became faster,

Stop!Stop!
May be I credit his name.
But it won’t be any wrong.
I felt free in his arms,
I felt increasing my charm,
He accounts for these days.

But I want to be remained.
But I want to be remained.