At my Friend's Grave

​My poem at my friend grave 

I know my friend body is here

I speak gently he can hear 

Peace, peace, no voice com from the  Snow.

I am your friend, calling for the first and repeated time 

Seek to hear your voice, I will be like for the many time

No respond, nothing coming from the green house

Coffin wood, heavy stone lie on his head

No way to dig him out to see his head

He that was young and hero

He also a handsome guy

He grew in respectful family

Now he  fallen to dust and rest

Peace, peace cannot hear me

What this life try to tell me 

Lost a kind of friend no easy for me

I know grave is fine and private place for good person

But how can I live with out you my dear friend?

If I want to turn back, I always hear voice

If I closed eyes, your green  face is calling to near

How can I stop thinking of you my dear?

If I remember how did you shade your blood

My heart always telling me not live

I know you die as a hero, may your soul be with us till the conversion of Jews

Rest in peace my dear, rest And keep waiting for me,

I'm on my way to reach you