When you spoke of swing,
I thought of starving.
When you spoke of better living,
I thought of living better.
A golden carpet spread vast and wide,
Bringing us before, a dancing silvery deluge!
As if a new pink bud waking up,
From its deep and deep sleep;
Did you take your name after – paradox?
You let us smile, and you let us cry.
Sometimes you still smile;
But rarely do I see u in tears.
It is the colour of seven threaded in one;
As that of a free silk gown, before the eyes of poor!
It is a greeting to earth through clouds;
Have you ever wish to hear the world's best song?
I do wish, when I hear it now.
I know very well that it was not for me exactly;
yet, it rages my envy why is it always for someone else and not me?