The dark cloak, the long hairs of my own
It clad the half of me till the knee
The wind chilled my sweated foot
And at times the rain soaked it
My heart leaped whenever I see you
Through the crisscrossed window
Half curtained in brown and yellow
I waited for your
one those look
That rise above the railings
Like a scoop of white cream
I swayed my hair whenever you passed me
And wished if you could recognize ma voice
The sparrows, kukus and the nightingales
Sang the love songs one after one
While the wild words in me
Waved like the ravishing tides
Just for you to listen to it
I waited for you, watching your
Empty balcony for a glimpse of you,
Your tries to grasp the undone hair
In the white angelic gown of yours
Smiling at untold words from
Somewhere that reach you like an
Aroma carried away in the breeze
My wholeness craved to possess you
To have your propitious innocence
I cursed the life that I was given
To shade, to warm and to be used everyway
Destined to keep hidden in the hardness
The many emotions that’s alive inward
Failing to let you know what I felt
For I always remained stood
As a dumb, motionless log of wood…
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