Why you crying, O' my little child
Rose bloomed is yours, sure not wild
Sparrows chirping lovely, is for you
Stars twinkling for you, is not new.
Stars, shining in the sky....
Candles lit in the houses
Of the angels up above high
Giving hope to our senses.
What is life after death?
Is a miracle for every one
Some believes to go to hearth
If devilish act has done.
Clear glass like water
In it the swimming fish
Like the ideas........
Sometimes, it shows its beauty
Of the last among the twelve
Is the December, a mermaid
When our memories starts to delve
Of her beauty before a fade.
Centuries passed, but it survived
As a canopy for all those who lived
Surprised by the wind and the rain
And helped the living to remain.
Time is flowing
Like a wagon moving
Flowers are falling
With a race, perishing
Somebody told it was the color
Of her dress attracted him first
Then her looks, as the gist
Of the innocence and the valor
It was a laziness when i broke
The shell of my egg, the first wonder
Tiny shells all around me, and a flock
With their babbling, where to wander?