Winston Dsouza Dsouza Taccode (21/04/1996 / Taccode (Indian))

when my life was like cool and silent water,
When everywere filled laughter,
When time was fine and calm,
Their hands were on my palm,
Where ever I would go,
If it was a valley so low,
Or a mountain so high,
So high that it chats with the blue sky, they were with me, ,
But one day, when shed all my fruits,
And when turned weak my roots,
Shed all my green leaves,
Ran away all my doves,
They left my dead branches,
Forgetting all those red wines, suppers and dances..