All’s gone. Swung open stands gate,
The hall, got empty, stays in silence,
The noisy crowd brought away the violence
Of music circled on the tape.
The tinsels, cracking dolls & toys,
Good looking masks, confetti, paper-streamers,
These are forgotten by New Year dreamers
At end of their plays & joys.
The gust of wind last decoration strips
The masquerade is over but yet
I can't that fancy melody forget,
The snatch of it rolls on my lips.
I walk about seeking loom
With emptiness by arm together,
I see green light, I wonder whether
The people left it switched in gloom.
It served them during carnival
By painting in green all out,
It threw its saint glint throughout
On both paradise & hell.
It comes to faint but still candling,
It took my fancy, made me mad,
My life is nothing when it's dead,
It thrills me fiercely & gently.
My eyes are riveted on flash,
It lures, beckons & inspires
To melt the ice & match the fire
Of passions & high hurdle crash.
I do believe it does make strife
To make me stronger, give me forces
And, getting dim from all my losses
Will leave with me this stage of life.
Myself with music goes on,
Pressed tightly by the empty space,
I turn to window my face –
Through it streams ray of Dawn!
Комментариев нет:
Отправить комментарий