On that special day the cascading moon
rays whispered to the silent stars
Go to sleep now sweet lights your gentle
eyelids have drooping scars.
On that beautiful day the pretty flowers
were covered with fresh dew drops
The bright and shinning sun could see
the disasters in the eyes of lotus crops.
That was the day when the moths
became one with the flickering lamp
They gave up their lives and the new
lamps rumbled around the dark camp.
On this particular day the earth beheld
the night and the next day got lost
Humanity went berserk shaking the
earth with ammunitions at all cost.
Since then I've been seeking for another
day that'll bring His footsteps in run
I searched for Him in the flowers' tears
but He began crying in the morning
sun.
I then quietly spread myself out in the
peaceful pathway of this universe
But He soared and appeared calmly in
the fragrant breeze to converse.
He said a lot but I saw Him mirrored in
the tiny pupils of my both eyes
Who can tell me in what mirror am I to
see the sins of all the gone bys.
We've lost the moon, the stars, the
flowers and the sun that was giving the
light
The numbered days of our life are
getting darker, we find it hard to make
things right.
