Do not follow me into the chambers br Of my highly guarded silence br And evoke the desire to hum br The sad tunes of a forgotten song br br Do not appear on my barren lips br Deprived of the springs of smile br And mend the pain of deserted life br With formless reasons and lies br br Do not dig the grave of my past br That conceals deceased moments br And dropp the remains on my bed br When I retire to a forsaken sleep br br Do not mess up the yards of heart br With crumbled vestiges of love br And introduce my bleak eyes to tears br Washing away my petite dreams br br Do not stick to my dangling roots br Like the desperate particles of earth br And follow my soul into its journey br When death harvests my corporeal life br br Do not cling to me oh! my desolate memory! ! ! ! ! ! !br br Seema Aarellabr br