Living with lots of dreams
(consequent to a brutal rape my daughter alka died at the age of 19, in the victory tile factory near kochi)
The walls of the sky are broken
The star eyes of time glare at me
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It has been raining
All over my poremises
All over my soul
all over my imaginations
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Look at the candle
Which I had lit for you
I have a dream for you
Once I will become a butterfly
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Why life is so reserved
Why it is shielded from all the blessings
Like a plant inside a black cover
Everyday in day and in night
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Don’t stare at me
What have you given to me
A heart full of dreams
Without the ingredients to achieve them
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