Could I Be...
Could I be able to see my dreams?
To walk on the waves of sea-
Could I live for the days I wish?
To confide my sorrow, a God’s gift-
Let me allow giving it to nature to persist
Or one morning all white cloths
Cover me to give a stand
“I’m now addressed to a bedlam lane”.
What I craved are no more
What I touched were silk of rose
Everywhere lays the nonsense,
Each day they clench like phantom’s face.